Discussion in 'Other Aspects of Aviation Security' started by THawk996, Sep 12, 2011.
Cookies strike fear on flight
I have heard of police and fire units that will not take food items from unknown sources. It's a shame that our society has gotten to such a state that one would have to think like that. Aunt Bee baking cakes, pies and cookies for the hard working fire fighters is something of the past apparently.
You can't make this sh*t up. Unbelievable.
Doesn't anyone remember Rod Serling and The Twilight Zone?? He wrote about all this, in spades, 40 years ago.
By the way, here's the low-down on the Cookie Terror Alert -- the cookies were baked by a friend of the crew, consumed by the (grateful) crew, and offered to a few others. You have got to read the quotes from some of the passengers. Unreal. Just unreal. No wonder we're the laughingstock of the world:
Edited to add: Oops! Same column as THawk originally posted! Apologies. It's so hard to keep up with all the mania.
Surely you can't be serious!
CP, love it!!
I once gave the crew of our Avro a box of Godivas very late one Christmas Eve. The crew was just starting a rotation & wouldn't be home for several days. The Christmas chocolates were very much appreciated.
I bought a separate box for my wife, so there was no one left to file a "see something, say something" report.
This whole thing is so surreal. Unbelievable, actually. Just read this bedwetting pansy's account:
Who seriously sits in their seat, in sheer panic, awaiting the cookie bomb? What an (expletive deleted) moron. Confidential to the future Mrs. Gray: Your husband's a pussy.
OMG it gets better!
So, our hero was terrified of cookies, immediately second-guessed that the FA had forgotten her safety training, was paralyzed with fear that the now drug-laced pilots would crash the plane, and he sat in his seat? Come on, the whole thing is about as stupid as it gets, but then you sit in your seat like a damn coward? What a pathetic, spineless moron. Unbelievable.
His mother's comments are even worse. She spent the next day or so calling the TSA, the FAA, everyone she could think of, to report this scary event that her son had miraculously survived.
I know, right? Let's see, nothing happened, and then nothing happened, so nothing happened, and then nothing happened.
So in response Mom called TSA, who directed her to FAA, who directed back to TSA, so she got frustrated and called the local consumer advocate dude at the local paper? In what effed up world does this scenario even make sense?
It's like calling the power company to complain that your lights stayed on during a storm.
This isn't "See Something, Say Something", this is its ugly twin that we'll all be dealing with next: "See Nothing, Say Something Anyway."
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