The last few days I have been talking about character development. How do you come up with who your character is?
I am a people person! I used to travel a great deal! So much so that when the TSA came about and spoilt it for me, I was upset. No, I am not on any no-fly list …yet…., they just make traveling such a pain in the ass!
I have this wonderful sense of humor. When the doctors are poking me, or the mechanic tells me that I need this or that I manage to make a joke of it and laugh. Life is too short to cry over that which you cannot control.
Did you know that you cannot joke with those “TSA people?”
I tried, nope, not a good idea. To work as a TSA agent, they must have had their sense of humor surgically removed. My gut feeling is they have this incredible god complex going on.
So here is a free idea for the TSA…Ok, ready….Have an agent there with a sense of humor who jokes or is nice to the people in line waiting to be hassled by your version of the SS. Can you imagine someone with a sense of humor making nice to the passengers easing their stress levels?
Gadz, what if people actually laughed while taking off their shoes, belts, emptying their pockets and being virtually stripped searched?
I know that is thinking outside the box, but hey, that is what you get with a thinking person and not a government automaton.
And far be it from me to tell you how to do your jobs but, you could use this same person to screen passengers who are not acting right. A little incognito profiling. If you were smart, you could even have those friendly people with the stress relief dogs be those agents… I know the stuff of novels… Again, out of the box thinking…buy me a drink next time you feel me up, and I will give you some more thoughts!
I deal with stressful situations with humor. Flying today is a stressful situation. Get there early, give up all of your rights once you enter the “secure area” and be treated like shit until you leave the “secured area.”
I do not think that is an exaggerating at all. Travelers still need a bill of rights, and as of yet, it does not exists.
In this country, the USA, we just did not have the issues until 911 and the infamous shoe bomber and then the candidate for the Darwin award, the underwear bomber. This guy had to have the IQ of a plant to pull that one off. In this country, we have surrendered our rights to privacy for safety with the caveat being, that now we have neither.
Our typical security was walk through a magnetometer that often was not switched on, or was not set very high. I used to get through it usually without emptying my pockets or removing jewelry. Today you might as well be naked as I think it picks up the fillings in your teeth.
My last trip through the infamous porn scanners, I could not lift my left arm up as high as they wanted me to, and the bitch yelled at me. I had a frozen shoulder FFS, and she did not give a crap! Because I could not do the spread eagle, hands up don’t shoot pose perfectly, I got the hands all over my body until they met resistance!
Someone owes me a drink, or a goodnight kiss, just saying!
What do you think would have happened if I would have yelled back at her? I am not a mean-spirited person, but I must tell you words that rhymed with “Duck” were right on the tip of my tongue. This bitch must have been a holdover from the SS, or a love child from Hitler’s third mistress six times removed.
Folks, we can bitch about the injustices in life, or they can become fodder for your next adventure.
My novels are adventures. In The Girl Nextdoor, I introduce that term, and I love that story. It is a rags to riches story that is slightly naughty and again a lesbian story of romance. Magic from Scotland plays into the mix making this story fun for anyone who might read it.
Truth told; life is an adventure. When life kicks you around, kick back and write about it!
I want to write a story that is so out of character for me. I want to write a story where my main character is like this mob boss who takes shit from nobody! The blond sister who was just rude for the sake of being rude would not survive this story. Or if she did, she might be made to suffer at the hands of some large man who had a thing for mean bitches.
I can just see her tethered in such a way with his hands on her hair pulling it back…oh, baby! I feel better already! Perhaps I need to go to work for the TSA….maybe not….
My problem is that I am a lover of folks and I even made an excuse for her in my mind. When I left, I told her to try and have a nice rest of the day. It was better than to say to her to go Eff herself! That she might have enjoyed… I most certainly would have missed my flight and been strip-searched and …well …hmmmm ….do you think….never mind….
She is a character in one of my novels, and I am not telling you which one. You will have to find her if you are interested.
I did not get her name, and I usually make a point to get people’s names who impress me one way or the other. Friend or foe I can channel them and then I can have my way with them …. LOL…
Did someone make an impression on you?
If your name is Victoria, please forgive this next question. Why is it that people named Vickie or Victoria seem to be, more likely as not, to be a total vacuous bitch? Is it just me?
Next time we meet, we can talk about names.
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Do you have an airport story to tell?
Does someone owe you a drink?
Much Love -TW