Is That A Bird In My Bag, Or Are You Just Happy To Search Me??

I used to carry some sort of pride in the fact that I was from Saint John, NB. Lately however, things like this keep popping up on the national news (not even kidding...this was front page stuff on cbc.ca this afternoon) that make me re-think my allegiances.

Here's the gist in case you don't care to read the article:

A woman goes through security at the local airport on the way to boarding a plane to Pearson airport in Toronto. The woman has her suitcase scanned repeatedly and the security people ask her if she has a turkey in her bag. [A fucking turkey!!] After being repeatedly asked, she gets a little frustrated and snaps back that she is 'sure there is no turkey'. Security lets her through....she gets on the plane ...goes to TO, picks up her bags...gets in a car.. drives an hour or so to Niagara On The Lake...gets to her hotel room...unpacks her suitcase...and her pet cat Ginger jumps out!! Apparently, the turkey-looking-thing was her cat, which she accidentally packed into her bag.

A few things to think about:

- How do you accidentally pack your cat into a suitcase and not notice?...this sounds like a pratical joke of some sort.
- If the security people can see a turkey, that they are apparently concerned about, then why don't they open the bag if the person says there isn't one there? I guess this one is for the investigators to determine....along with whose bong the security people used prior to scanning the baggage.
- If you ever decide to carry on some C4 plastic explosives in your luggage, mold them into the shape of a turkey...apparently you can get away with taking anything through that's in the shape of a turkey.

Honest to god, I think I'll be flying out of Fredericton from now on!...safety and stupidity issues are forcing me too.