So there we were at a fairly small airport in Long Island, our preferred means of departing the area by air as opposed to the more busier, more hectic JKF or LaGuardia, as casa David prepared for our annual pilgrimage to Florida (followed by my continuation to the San Diego con.)
We encounter a huge line waiting for curbside check-in, but the line inside seems no shorter, so we wait. And wait. We inch forward. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, some guy steps in back of us. Apparently he doesn’t realize that he’s cutting in line, because there’s ten people behind us. It’s just that the woman behind us hadn’t yet moved forward because she had several suitcases to maneuver. Kathleen points out to him that he’s cutting in line and indicates where the actual end is. His response? He starts cursing at her, telling her to go f*** herself.
I immediately round on him and tell him to back the hëll off. He tells me I should mind my own business. I tell him if he starts cursing out my wife, he’s made it my business. Our faces are literally inches apart as, out loud, I’m hurling profanities at him as fast as he’s tossing them at me, and I’m thinking My God, where the hëll are all the cops you always see patrolling the place? Reading the new Harry Potter book? He informs me I have no idea who I’m f***ing with, and then heads to the back of the line. People are looking at me and, looking for a reality check, I say, “Was it me?” And they smile and shake their heads and say, “Noooo…it wasn’t you.”
I’m thinking, “How could this day get off to any worse of a start?”
We finally get to the front of the line and they won’t check in Kathleen. Caroline and I are free to go, but they insist that Kath has to go stand on the line INSIDE the airport and present further ID. I say, “We already waited once; it’s insane that we’d have to wait on ANOTHER line.” They just stare icily at Kath and say they can’t do a thing.
And I’m thinking, It can’t be what I think it is.
After losing another twenty minutes of time, and with our flight set to depart in twenty minutes, we finally learn that it’s exactly what I’d worried it was:
“Kathleen David” is apparently a similar name (not even the same: Similar) to someone who is a suspected terrorist. As a result, Kathleen is on a No-Fly list. A woman who doesn’t have so much as a parking ticket in her history is now being told she has to allow another HOUR of time at airport check ins so that she can stand on long lines and present additional identification to prove she’s not someone else with a similar name who might or might not have done something. The ONLY reason we managed to make our flight was because Caroline was in a stroller and they had a separate, and much shorter, line through security for people with wheelchairs or strollers.
They gave her a piece of paper with a number to call to have herself removed from this list. I am, frankly, less than hopeful that this will be resolved quickly and efficiently. Has anyone else been in this situation? How did it turn out?
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Ok, I lost the middle of my post. It was supposed to go like this:
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There’s also a page on a Peter Cushing site I like that says roughly the same thing as the cable clip.
http://www.petercushing.co.uk/skull.htm
“Watch the ‘Maitland’ connection. Cushing’s character is named Christopher Maitland – the name is a death sentence in an Amicus film. The use of the name was the product of Milton Subotsky’s mind but no one knows if there was ever a real Maitland to inspire such a curse on a name. I had the opportunity to chat with Subotsky’s son, Dimitri, and even he did not know the true reason.
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Don’t know how I got it that messed up. ~8?O