I knew that having dreads would typecast me. I hate when people typecast. I hate preconceptions. I actually think that is a little of the reason that I have dreads…maybe it is a lot of the reason. I don’t want to fit into the mold of the clean-cut, nicely dressed missionary. Those who know me, know that I am definitely not that! I like being different...doing things differently. Part of it is just being fun and part of it is to challenge the status quo.
Anyways…this morning I totally got typecasted at Portland International Airport. I was going through security and before I got through Big Tall Security Man called me aside to stand in the Air-Puff-A-Rama. So, I stand in this ten foot tall glass machine, the guy tells me to stand still, and then puh-puh-puh-puh-puh…I get blasted with about eight to ten puffs of air! So, I’m like, “What the freak is this thing.” Then Big Tall Security Man tells me I’m finished. I ask Big Tall Security Man, “What was that for?” He replies, “Explosives and Drugs.” Oh drugs…that totally explains it.
So, I’ve been typecasted. I’m sure there is more of that to come.
3 comments:
when i went overseas w/ JV one of the guys on our team had dreads. he was on my team three years. every single time we went through any sort of security he was 'randomly' chosen for a search. what i learned...is give the professionally people you are traveling with the goods...and the guy who looks like a bum will be the one to get searched. so, i agree with your post. get used to it. more to come i'm sure.
oh man, this makes me want to become a hippie in Scottsdale (sometimes I claim that I am...just an undercover one) and have dreds.
*wheels turning*
Dude - they did our whole family in Washington Dulles. Brendan and Christina got it too! Yeh - we look like terrorists.
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