Mark42
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True story. About a month ago I was in the hospital for some routine maintenance on a permanent injury I sustained years ago. With all the new safety/anti-terrorist procedures in place, I walk in (limp in actually), and promptly fail the standard metal detectors. So I get the wand treatment, and I tell them that there is a bunch of metal in my re-constructed foot/ankle. (btw, I thought the stainless used in internal repairs was non-magnetic, so why its picked up by a metal detector surprises me.) Anyway, I had to be checked, then undressed, then I was given hospital garb to wear. How stylish....
Anywho..... my personal belongings (clothes, shoes, wallet, cell phone, keys, etc) were put in a locker just a few feet from my room. The next morning, I was allowed out of bed, and asked to have someone open my locker to get to my phone. So this huge muscle guy who was easy 6'3" or so wearing jeans and a skin tight t-shirt takes me to my locker and he opens the locker. I get about 20 minutes on the phone in a separate area.
OK, this is where things get crazy.....
The guy opens the locker, and lets me go through my own stuff myself. i take out my phone, and then look him in the eye and say....
"WHERE IS MY GUN???????" ...... "WHERE THE **** IS MY GUN????".....
He pushes me out of the way and looks in my locker and starts flipping cloths around looking for a gun. He says "what kind was it?".... I told him it was a 9-mm Glock...... And he says "Yeah..... I know what those look like...." and continues to rifle through my stuff. At this point I am wondering how long I can keep a straight face.... I am ready to bust a gut watching this guy look for a gun in my locker like it was a pack of chewing gum.
So classic Neanderthal man says he has to go to the front desk and make a report of a missing fire arm. Can you believe it????
So I tell him "Oh I just remembered my sister took it home with here because we were not sure I would be allowed to have it here"....
He believes it. And closes up the locker. I now have my prized Droid 3 phone, and can watch TV, surf the net and do may other things from the comfort of my hospital bed while my foot recuperates, and they never took it away.
BTW, yes, my foot is fine, they do not want to cut it off (yet).
Regards,
Mark
Anywho..... my personal belongings (clothes, shoes, wallet, cell phone, keys, etc) were put in a locker just a few feet from my room. The next morning, I was allowed out of bed, and asked to have someone open my locker to get to my phone. So this huge muscle guy who was easy 6'3" or so wearing jeans and a skin tight t-shirt takes me to my locker and he opens the locker. I get about 20 minutes on the phone in a separate area.
OK, this is where things get crazy.....
The guy opens the locker, and lets me go through my own stuff myself. i take out my phone, and then look him in the eye and say....
"WHERE IS MY GUN???????" ...... "WHERE THE **** IS MY GUN????".....
He pushes me out of the way and looks in my locker and starts flipping cloths around looking for a gun. He says "what kind was it?".... I told him it was a 9-mm Glock...... And he says "Yeah..... I know what those look like...." and continues to rifle through my stuff. At this point I am wondering how long I can keep a straight face.... I am ready to bust a gut watching this guy look for a gun in my locker like it was a pack of chewing gum.
So classic Neanderthal man says he has to go to the front desk and make a report of a missing fire arm. Can you believe it????
So I tell him "Oh I just remembered my sister took it home with here because we were not sure I would be allowed to have it here"....
He believes it. And closes up the locker. I now have my prized Droid 3 phone, and can watch TV, surf the net and do may other things from the comfort of my hospital bed while my foot recuperates, and they never took it away.
BTW, yes, my foot is fine, they do not want to cut it off (yet).
Regards,
Mark