Security? Who needs it?

So I had a couple of funny "security" (actually the lack thereof) moments this weekend.

The first one was Friday night. The kids and I were at Nana's and she wanted to buy us dinner since she didn't get to see me on my birthday. It's a back and forth thing with her and I on who buys dinner when we go out, so I decided "sure, why not?" We decide on Long John Silvers and I am going to go pick it up. She gives me her bank card and sends me on my way.

When I get there, the guy is checking ID's for any card that is not signed, which just so happens to be the case for me. Woo Hoo! So I order my food, get the total and hand over the card (which is not signed and is not my card...). As expected, the guy asks to see ID. Now at this point, I am starting to get nervous because my name is not Monica Hinds. Heck, even my maiden name was never Hinds. So what am I going to say when he questions me? "You can call my grandma, but she doesn't have a voice box, so I doubt you will be able to understand her." Oh yeah, and the dog ate my homework and my tire blew on the way in to work and any other crazy excuse you can insert here. If he rejects the card, do I pull out my bank card? How crazy will that look? Kind of like the people at the grocery store whose bank card gets denied so they write a check (been there done that, too, so not trying to judge anyone here).

So I hold out my ID, which has my picture, name (Januita L Koehl) and signature on it and I hold my breath, praying I am not going to be called in to the cops. And what does the guy do? He says, "OK" and processes the order! WTH!?! Not that it isn't scary enough that he WASN'T checking the cards that were signed, but this one OBVIOUSLY is not mine. Oh well, dinner was tasty~

Then on Saturday, Mandy and I went to the Brad Paisley concert at Deer Creek (that's right DEER CREEK). Anyway... the guy in front of me gets the complete check-over and has to empty all of his pockets, lift up his pant legs, show the insides of his cigarette packs, the whole deal. Then it's my turn. I am insulin dependent and always carry my insulin, syringes (usually at least one used-one) and my testing supplies with me. This trip, I actually have an entire bag of syringes in my purse. They don't even pat me down at all, and barely look into my purse, which is where all my "paraphernalia" is. And on through the gate they send me - no questions asked.

Now, not that I am complaining or want to be questioned every time I go somewhere with security checks, but come on now! Don't they realize that I could have ANY substance in that insulin vial? I could be one crazy AIDS or hepatitis carrying individual? I guess the cigarettes which could possibly be pot are MUCH more concerning than any of this. This is not the only time this has happened. In fact, I have NEVER been stopped - never at sporting or music events, not even at the airport one month after 9/11. Nope, not even then. Guess it's just a good thing I am not actually as maniacal as my imagination.