I remember the good old days when flying was fun and no one searched blind old ladies enjoying their last days on earth.
Larry, when I went to Scotland this summer, my arthritis was really bad so my daughter arranged for me to have the "wheelchair treatment" at the airport....well, I was flabbergasted! I was treated like a queen as were the rest of my party (my daughter and teenaged granddaughter). We were whisked past all the lineups, searched hardly at all, everything done for us. Except for the tipping part of it (which I did not grudge at all but which might be a problem for some, I realize) it made my flight almost the fun experience it used to be years ago before the war on terror began. I have flown the Atlantic about forty times and have had some truly horrible flights but this time around was just great. Some of the people who were wheelchair escorters were hilarious....one Glasgow chap had us all in stitches with his wry Glaswegian humour. I had been dreading the x-ray machine (or whatever it is called) where all is revealed to the airport workers....I mean, Marilyn Monroe I ain't, and even if my identity was concealed, I still felt it would be horribly embarrassing. But there was nary a sign of any such goings-on, at least not for us wheelchair-bound folks, lol. For once in my life, I got away with something!! Pretty sad that you have to be crippled in order to have an OK airport experience, eh!
