Got swabbed and patted in Phoenix, AZ airport yesterday on my way home to NY. Have had it done in MBJ at least 3 times. Kinda use to it now but like Long Bay says it freaked me out the first time when they grabbed my passport and disappeared in MBJ without saying a word. Somebody behind me in line calmed me down.
I agree rinakim. It is sad that it has come to this. I just thought to myself "they are just doing their job" and the security lady that I pissed off was having a bad day. It is nerve racking to go thru security, especially one armed, trying to get your shoes off, & everything in the bins & not "holding" up the line.
All my trips, they just wave me through. I guess I look like a pure tourist with my sunburn, all-inclusive bracelet and fanny pack .....
Hah! that's funny, you, all inclusive...love it.I guess I look like a pure tourist with my sunburn, all-inclusive bracelet
That and they can't quite have the GerryG123 video of the swab down at Sangster, ya mon.
on the day of my poop story..a yonge country jamaican girl was having her old decreped suitcase drilled...to my surprise, out came coke on the drill bit...no wonder secruity so nosey...
So Limo Mon, you can poop on demand? I'm impressed.
I can do things on demand but never said poop was one of them.Originally Posted by LadyP
So Limo Mon, you can poop on demand? I'm impressed.
My titanium knee has NEVER set off the scanners at MBJ (six trips) and always does in the states.
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Well I can say I wasn't "swabbed" in Jamaica (still not really clear on the word "swabbed") BUT...
Last month was our first most awesome trip, out of this world, journey to Negril. We had been in Ft. Lauderdale for a few days prior to flying to Montego Bay. To make a long story short, during our stay at the Spa Retreat, My loving husband kept the "sub fillings" in our safe in the room, right next to my purse. The last night in Negril, I slept perhaps 1 hour, got in our taxi at the pre-determined time of 9:30 am and had a very rough ride to the airport in Montego Bay. Thinking the Mobay express thing (can't remember what it is called at the moment) would offer some relaxation and relief, we booked it. We were short on time and ended up inhaling some patties and personally I slammed some 1130 am gin and tonics and off we were... Me Zombie material but my husband in a totally normal frame of mind....off to Ft. Lauderdale Airport....the first of 2 stops in route to Nashville. So back to the purse in the safe thing....
We waited in line for Customs at Ft Lauderdale for about 1 hour. I was hot, tired and out of sorts. We had our 4 suitcases stacked on a cart. About mid way through the line, a nice, beautiful German Shepherd was walking through the line of people with his Customs handler. He lovingly approached me, took a big sniff of my purse and sat down.
Mr. Customs guy said " Congratulations, you made it to the Express Line" and motioned us over to a stainless steel table where he proceeded to empty the contents of my pocketbook all over the table. Mind you, by this time, i really had not slept in about 48 hours and felt like I had not wore enough deodorant for the 10 hour trip. Fortunately my husband had a good nights rest and was more with the program.
Mr. Customs said to us: "Just be honest. That is going to make it much easier on you. You know you can not bring subs back from Jamaica?" Then he looked at me and said "you realize what is going on here, right?" I guess he was reacting to my "I am really tired" gaze. He asked us our occupations, asked if we were ever arrested, asked how long and how many trips we had made to Jamaica and asked if we indulged in eating subs....yes, we had we agreed we did indeed eat subs... but we would never in a million years bring subs home. We made him aware that we watch the show locked up Abroad. And off we went. Only consolation is we made it through customs at least 1 hour before everyone else. But I don't think I was "swabbed".
Reading all of this thread gives me the picture in my head of a guy at a bar asking one of the Poop Cops "So what do you do for a living?" Reply... I have a ****ty job! LOL!
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