Show of Hands: Who's Had Their Yak Searched By Airport Security?

:-)

...but they took my Wombat into a small room once and it came back crying.

Took 3 layers of gloves. Say no more!

But I've been here close to 5 months, and I still don't understand their significance. Would someone clue me in, please?:shrug:

Over a year ago, someone posted a thread asking what our secret talent was. I jokingly answered, "I am an expert on creamed corn and 17th century Mongolian yak herders."

Then another DUer posted a thread asking me a yak question. It took on a life of its own, over a year now. One of those things that makes DU fun and unpredictable at times. :-)

If so, we should get together sometime and talk shop. I did an anthropology term paper on those amazing folks.

I think the Yak makes a wonderful DU mascot. An odd animal, but absolutely endearing once you get to know them. Also, they can carry a lot of weight on their backs, and endure difficult climates. Lot of parallels there, if you look.:D

But I fully agree that they are endearing animals, and are an excellent DU mascot for the reasons you described. :-)

But when I came back as a student after 9 months in Germany, the guys at security searched all my bags, took out everything that I spent about 5 hours packing, made me show proof of my studentship and where in germany I'd lived, proof of my classes and grades, etc., etc., etc. I don't know what I did, maybe the 8 hour flight red-eyes and too much luggage, by whatever standard they judged on... They've also patted down my daughter when she was about 8 months old. And I have to take my shoes off every time... I must fit some profile, though I can't identify what it is. I'm caucasian, female, pretty 'normal' looking, so no idea...

:P

Without my knowledge(nor attendance), my luggage was searched very thoroughly. Shrink-wrapped clothes unpacked, but as far as I can tell nothing is missing. Immigration and customs at JFK were no problem at all, but the checks in Berlin and Frankfurt were no fun :-( . And yes, that huge Homeland Security Flag is scary :scared:.

Edit: haven't typed on an English keyboard for a long time -oops

We were going home after our oldest's weddiing, and he had given each of the groomsmen expensive cigars in a silver cigar thingy..8 of them.. and my middle son wrote a note that said something like this..

"Dear suitcase searcher.. I photographed the cigars and their container.. I know how many there are. If you take one, You are BUSTED.."

strangers i meet in bars, taxi cab drivers, etc.
i like it when people search my yak.

At least that's what she said

I was going to take him with me on a flight to the Grand Canyon and a weekend of seeing some old friends.
Everything seemed fine and we got to the Airport early and he suggested we stop by the airport lounge to maybe get a drink or two.
I should have known better....He had 2 drinks and then when I went to the bathroom he ordered 2 more (for himself and then 2 more etc).
By the time I got back to our seat he had consumed about 80 dollars worth of martinis.
Things seemed to go downhill after that. He tried to put the make on the cute bartender and got pissed when she turned him down.
When we got to the boarding area of the plane he insisted that I change his ticket to First Class because "The drinks are stronger there". When I refused he started lying to everyone about how I "beat him everyday and refused to feed him" which got me a pile of disapproving stares. Some guy in front told him to shut-up and that's when my Yak started calling the Guy's Mother a Whore and his Father a Repug. The attendant came over to help and my Yak started abusing him... "Who the Fuck asked your ugly ass to butt in".

That's when security intervened and caused us to miss the plane.
Well, by that time I said to hell with it and called a cab to take us home. He apologized all the way home but I blame myself for the way things turn out. I know from experience that he can't hold his liquor.