Ho hum, promise not to be late from now on. I was in Saskatoon, and I figured I’d wait the 24 hours until I could access my own computer again to continue Miss Levine’s adventures (poor girl).
I’m assuming that a lot of my readers are American. Folks, I have to tell you something: getting into your country is NO FUN WHATSOEVER. Good Lord. I mean, I understand the increased security measures, I really do. I even approve of them to a certain degree, since apparently there are a lot of lunatics out there. But going through US customs is about as much fun as having your fingernails ripped out.
And it’s not just the security itself: it’s the way it’s handled. In Vegas, standing in line, I was reading the security “pledge” to provide people with courteous service, and I almost laughed. Of the approximately twenty three security people I came into contact with in US customs and Vegas Airport security, one smiled. Period. ONE. The others were all brisk to the point of rudeness, confiscating things like toothpaste tubes that exceed 100 mL without bothering to explain why unless asked. Seriously: they just walked off with them and then shoved your bag at you. Apparently you can’t have any liquids, of which toothpaste is I guess one, over 100 mL. OK, fine. I fully realize that the security personnel are in no way responsible for airline policies, take a lot of crap, and are just doing their jobs. But would it kill you to exercise a little common courtesy?
I’ve stayed in American hotels, flown on American airlines, and eaten in American restaurants, and almost always had friendly, cheerful staff. This phenomenon seems to be limited to airline and customs security. Is it because they feel the need to maintain authority, which they think they can accomplish through rudeness? I don’t know. It was just a WEIRD experience, that’s all. Enlighten me if you can!