[EdGreene]

Here’s mine: I am Diabetic and travel with my “kit” of Insulin (R & N), syringes, alcohol swabs, snacks-etc.
Left Houston for New York. Made the connections, visited Mom and the others, did a little shopping and started home. Made it to Atlanta, visited my Brother and Nephew(s) and started home. Go though the first check just dandy.
Get to the next checkpoint and a brand new security guard says:
“You can’t take these”. What couldn’t I take? My Insulin ampules!?
“Why” I ask.
“They are on the restricted list of materials”
“What “restricted” list of materials”?
“Liquids in closed containers”
I went ballistic, drawing the attention of the security supervisor and an Atlanta Airport cop.
“What’s the matter here”? asks the supervisor, the big cop drawing himself up for action just behind her:
“Is there some kind of trouble”?
She says my Insulin is on the restricted list” I answer.
It is” says the supervisor, “We can’t let you take it on board”.
“1." I say, "it is not pressurized, it is a prescription drug and I need it for my health”.
The cop, who, since he had come over, had to now inteject his sage advice says: “You got the prescription”?
“What”?
“The prescription, you got it with you”?
“No”.
“Then you’ll have to surrender it” says the big bad cop, the smirking lady supervisor laughing in her hand. I did not have the prescription with me but luckily, it was early enough in the day I could call my pharmacy. I whip out the Cellphone, dial the number and hand it to the lady supervisor:
“Walmart Pharmacy” the associate says, “How may I help you”?
The stunned lady supervisor, said: “Who am I talking to”?
The Associate says “Walmart Pharmacy”.
“Let me talk to your Pharmacist”
“Hello, this is Chris, Pharmacist, Walmart Pharmacy #000”
“Did you, do you fill prescriptions for a “Ed Greene” she asks.
“Yes” Chris says, “since 1992”
At that point, I was 13 minutes from missing my connection when this supervisor, through with Chris, turns to me and attempts to lecture me on what is and is not permitted on aircraft.
She finally hands me back my kit. I loaded it in my carry-on and just to be smart-@$$, asked:
“Why is it I can carry a whole pack of needles onboard and not Insulin”?
Her eyes bugged out of her head, especially when I said: “I could fill one of them with air and threaten to inject the air in a passenger’s artery, but I can take “them”, but not Insulin”?
The look of abject horror was still spreading on her face as I skipped through the gate rushing now for my plane.
And yet, those slimy 9/11 b@st@rds managed to get on four aircraft with box-cutters nearly seven months later.
Go figure.
**I subsequently got a letter from my Doctor on her office stationary that shows all the medications I take and use. No more trouble in airports.

[oldie]

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