RenderMan saw me in a tshirt that said "Frisk Me, I'm a Terrorist" in the lobby of Alexis Park on Monday, and asked if I had plans to wear it on my flight home. I told him I did, to which he requested I post the story of what happened to the DC Forums. Well, here goes:
My first flight of the evening was leaving McCarran going to Philly. I'm guessing the TSA was getting a lot of "strange" people coming through as they were leaving DefCon, so I didn't really catch much heat from them, with the occasional "button up your shirt, please" (I was wearing an unbuttoned "Hacker" work shirt, but the t shirt was very plain to see). A friend of mine said the woman who had checked my bags for me was extremely nervous, but I really hadn't noticed.
After we touched down in Philly, I stepped off the plane and immediately went towards the front doors so I could have a smoke or three. I had taken my boots off and was carrying them, already had the laptop out and ready to go into the bin and through the xray machine. Everything was going great until one TSA guy noticed the shirt.
"You want to get frisked, eh?"
So I was led over to the Anal Probe section of the security checkpoint, where an older black lady was sitting. The first TSA requested that I show her my shirt. I opened the outside shirt, to which she said "That ain't funny."
My reply was "Sure it is..."
So after getting patted down, checked for explosive residue, having even my packs of smokes checked (bastards snarfed my lighter...
). Surprisingly, nothing much more happened. One TSA guy said what I was doing was not illegal, just very highly frowned upon.
So there it is, my lovely trip home with a frowned upon shirt on. I was honestly expecting it to be more interesting, but hey....Better home than in jail.
QuiGon
The Hacker Pimps
http://www.hackerpimps.com
My first flight of the evening was leaving McCarran going to Philly. I'm guessing the TSA was getting a lot of "strange" people coming through as they were leaving DefCon, so I didn't really catch much heat from them, with the occasional "button up your shirt, please" (I was wearing an unbuttoned "Hacker" work shirt, but the t shirt was very plain to see). A friend of mine said the woman who had checked my bags for me was extremely nervous, but I really hadn't noticed.
After we touched down in Philly, I stepped off the plane and immediately went towards the front doors so I could have a smoke or three. I had taken my boots off and was carrying them, already had the laptop out and ready to go into the bin and through the xray machine. Everything was going great until one TSA guy noticed the shirt.
"You want to get frisked, eh?"
So I was led over to the Anal Probe section of the security checkpoint, where an older black lady was sitting. The first TSA requested that I show her my shirt. I opened the outside shirt, to which she said "That ain't funny."
My reply was "Sure it is..."
So after getting patted down, checked for explosive residue, having even my packs of smokes checked (bastards snarfed my lighter...

So there it is, my lovely trip home with a frowned upon shirt on. I was honestly expecting it to be more interesting, but hey....Better home than in jail.
QuiGon
The Hacker Pimps
http://www.hackerpimps.com
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