B.LA buddy and BoingBoing-atrix Xeni Jardin got caught in a TSA psychofreakout at LAX today:
I walked from the arrival gate towards baggage claim, and when I was about halfway there, all of a sudden about a dozen or more TSA personnel and private security staff appeared, shouting STOP WHERE YOU ARE. FREEZE. DO NOT MOVE. Not just at me, but all of the travelers who happened to be wandering through the hallway at that moment.
Some of the TSA guards then backed up against walls in the hallway, and sort of barked at anyone who tried to move a few feet away from their “spot,” like towards chairs to sit down or whatever.
Wilco Tango Foxtrot, people? Code Chartreuse? No explanation? Sounds like we’re being turned into the United States of Cattle.
I flew out of Burbank earlier this week, and they would not let me take by still-sealed Starbucks Yogurt Parfait through security.
Then again, maybe I’m overreacting. Perhaps TSA was trying to save Xeni from a family-values Republican Senator in the bathroom.