The Pony Tail Pat Down

I posted some random facts the other day. People seemed confused by one... so here I am bringing back an old post for those of you that didn't understand.

"But the real reason for this post. I need you all to know how thorough Salt Lake City Airport is on their security. Today I took off my boots, jacket, and sweater and put my electronics and liquids into a separate bin to be scanned. I stepped through a full body scanner that is like an x ray machine. That seems like a pretty clear inspection, right? Right. So I thought I was done. But then the gentleman asked me to stand on this yellow mark and wait for a second. I assumed they were going to double check my bag (its happened before) but then a woman walked up and said, "I need to check your hair.." I looked at her for a second and laughed, she was joking, right? And then she said, "If you just want to turn I can check your ponytail." Okay, she wasn't joking. She gave my pony tail a pat down! My hair is fairly thin, and wasn't even that poofy today, but she gave it a pat down for a second and then said, "Okay! Looks like you are good. I didn't find a switch blade!" So I turned around and said, "Good, I was worried someone hid one in there while I was waiting in line!" Then I turned back around put on my jacket, scarf, and boots, grabbed my liquids and put them back in my suitcase, and packed my computer back in the case and slid it into my carry on.

The exact pony tail I have been sporting since 5:30 AM today... looks dangerous, right?

Did that really just happen? Oh yeah... it did."

That was post 03.22.12 and is still applicable today. Since that day, I have received the pony tail pat down in Salt Lake City, Portland, Ontario, Alberta (that is right... even in CANADA), and a every other place I have flown. I wasn't aware this was procedure now. But I guess they have had one too many women pull a dagger out of their poof. Oh also. Another side note. Never wear sequins when going through airport security... that calls for an entirely different pat down, and I don't feel like reliving that right now.

Love,
Deidre