attribute it partially to racism, but it may originallyOK, sounds about as logical as any reason. (G) Were you pulled over much before then? I've had it happen times for no apparant reason other than
stem from this guy my sister used to go out with who
something looked a bit off on the X-ray; in one case it was my phone's charger stand that they couldn't figure out. I couldn't tell them what
it was--they had to take me aside, wand me and go thru the carry on bag
to find the "guilty" object.
much > before then? I've had it happen times for no apparant reasonattribute it partially to racism, but it may originallyOK, sounds about as logical as any reason. (G) Were you pulled over
stem from this guy my sister used to go out with who
other than
There are those who scoff, but the reality is
that I fly enough to recognize patterns in a
sometimes statistically significant way.
There was a period when I was given the random
secondary quite frequently at Boston Terminal C -
fourteen times running, to be precise, after
which I got annoyed and told the personnel that
I wanted to talk to the station manager. Well,
that worthy individual was out, and I put in a
formal request for an interview. Nobody appeared,
so eventually I boarded my plane, expecting and
perhaps hoping to make a complaint, but while I was
lounging around with my predeparture drink, the
station manager came onboard to my seat and after a
very brief discussion about probabilities promised
that it wouldn't happen again. Which it didn't in
Boston for several years afterward, so after 14
hits, several dozen nonhits, more than indicative
of shenanigans. That was in the '90s, more innocent
days when the main concerns were highjacking and drug
smuggling rather than mass terror activities. When
they say random, don't be fooled into thinking they
ever meant random, and when they say they never
profile, don't believe them.
The string of noncoincidental events that took place
after my dinner with [name redacted] was a goodly
number of years after that.
something looked a bit off on the X-ray; in one case it was myphone's > charger stand that they couldn't figure out. I couldn't tell them what > it was--they had to take me aside, wand me and go thru the carry on bag > to find the "guilty" object.
I was pulled over for an actual guilty object in Munich.
It was a can of grapefruit juice. United used to serve
grapefruit juice in some but not all of its clubs, and as
these are mostly inside security, I tended to stockpile
when I was there. So I'd picked some up in Washington and
had forgotten the last one in one of the many compartments
of my bag and flown all over the place in the US and then
to Germany, where they finally picked it up. As I recall,
they sort of laughed but didn't allow me to drink it.
Title: Grapefruit Carrot Cocktail
Categories: Beverages, Fruits, Vegetables
Yield: 5 cups
3 md Carrots;coarsely chopped & 4 c Grapefruit juice, fresh -cooked in a small amt. of 1 1/2 tb Grenadine
-water until tender, drained Ginger, ground
-& 1/4 cup of cooking liquid 1 1/2 c -Crushed ice
-reserved
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