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I Guess I Shouldn't Hit A TSA Officer??



I was just going over a post I presented about how retailers manipulated our shopping senses.  One way to persuade our subconscious to buy more/tip more was to touch a customer on the shoulder or hand.  I've read something like this in other studies and now I notice when the check comes and a shoulder is touched and there's a smiley face next to the server's name that they've read the same study.  (Good for them! :->    *
my tip jar's on the right*wink*wink*)

Now, I am a touching person.  When I talk with someone I am naturally inclined to touch them on the arm or, if they've said something funny, I might lightly - lightly - hit their arm.  Playful is what I'm going for, not an injury as in 'How dare you make me laugh!'  I have always been someone that physically connects.  I know that every situation doesn't call for a literal personal touch, and I do my best to refrain on most occasions, but this reminded me of the last time I was at an airport going through the security check line...

I do not enjoy flying.  And when I have to fly alone it brings my stress level up beyond what's comfortable.  I was doing my best to visualize my goal - I was meeting Rob in Oakland, CA and we were driving to the Napa Valley for the weekend.  Dreamy.  As I was winding through the airport security check-in line I was looking at everything and everyone around me.  How are we doin'?  We OK?  Everyone feelin' good?  Looks good.  OK.  My turn to go through inspection.

I take off all my clothes... no, not really.  I take off the jacket, shoes and scarf and put those along with my purse through the x-ray machine.  I have nothing in my bag to be concerned with but I worry - about everything!  Then comes my time to get x-ray'ed.  "Hands up, please", the security officer says.  Within these seconds I know she is seeing me pretty much naked on the screen.  Great. 

My close-up is over and she asks me to step out of the machine.  When I do I turn to her and ask "Does that machine show you my weight too?"  ha ha - I'm hilarious - and I hit her on the arm.

I repeat - I hit a TSA Security Official on the arm.

I'm not sure what came over me.  I, I, um.  I smiled.  I looked her in the eye hoping she is registering that I am just a nervous flyer, not someone trying to take her down.  She calmly, and with slight irritation, said "Go get your things".  Yes Ma'am.  Yes Ma'am!

There is a time and a place for a literal personal touch.  The airport security check-in is not one of those places you wish to have one. 

I made it on the plane, Boarding Group B, position 21 - 30.  First order of business?  Bloody Mary please!  Ah, the joy I have of flying.


How are you with flying?  Calm, do you enjoy it?  Or, do we have something in common - apart from hitting a TSA Official, that is.

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