The real cost of airport security
By PETER MANDEL
The Providence Journal
SRINAGAR, India — The soldier and airport-security guy are pointing, pointing. What do they want? Not my camera. Not my car clicker.
It’s my pen. A Paper Mate soft grip — see-through plastic, flattened cap. Also, I have no clue why, my wallet. They ignore the I.D. and get to work on trying to strip out the little pockets that hold cards.
"Hey," I say. This brings instant reinforcements. Sullen faces. Khaki turbans. Guns under armpits, nightsticks stuck to hips.
My plane is loading but I’m taken out of line. I have a wallet thought: These guys need a bribe?