Well, this shows how long it is since I flew anywhere. Mr M and I both failed to get through airport security without incident; he foolishly tried to keep some manky old tissues in his pocket ("excuse me sir, I can see you have FULL POCKETS!" There's no getting things past these guards). I had the brass neck (and buckles, as it turns out) to keep my boots on. This resulted in a surprisingly thorough frisking by a humourless woman who seemed determined to twang my bra underwires as hard as she could.
Then there's the iris recognition thingy. Which doesn't recognise short women in glasses. So I've been standing on tiptoe and squinting at poles all the way through the airport and it still doesn't know who I am. Maybe we should have booked the VIP lounge, then I'd be someone
They are the worst! Which considering you don't actually need a passport for the journey in question - senior citizen's bus pass will do for those who have them - is pretty ridiculous!
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