posted on Aug, 24 2008 @ 02:21 AM
This happened about a week ago and it isn't as big and sexy as seeing a flying saucer or managing to lock a sasquatch in the trunk of my car, but it
left me shaken for a few hours and a few strong drinks after I'd arrived at my destination. Maybe it's nothing at all, maybe I was just jumpy.
I travel a lot so I'm pretty in tune with how the flux of foot traffic in airports flows, and I've seen more than one person removed from lounges
and even flights by security (usually for being drunk and disorderly, natch). But last week I saw the strangest thing.
Flight was delayed so nothing to do but hurry up and wait around. I was half-reading a book and half text message flirting with this girl I met in
Chicago when I looked up and saw a woman flanked by two men being none-too-subtlely led toward one of those keypad doors that are scattered all over
the place. She was frail and thin and looked scared. She seemed to be trying to make eye contact with anyone at all but the two men kept redirecting
her to look straight ahead. The really weird thing is she was wearing these really flimsy shoes (I admit to having a thing for women's shoes) that
looked like they were made of paper and were caked in mud. She just vibed "out of place", vibed "duress".
I don't know if anybody else even noticed because people never pay attention in crowds. As one of the men was punching numbers into the keypad (he
was careless, I saw the combination, memorized the numbers, but did nothing with this knowledge) I said "Hey, what are you doing with that
One of the men looked at me and said "This is airport security business, sir. Unless it involves you somehow I suggest you stay out of it if you
wanna make your flight".
I backed down. Maybe I shouldn't have, maybe I should have. Maybe it was someone being detained for some legitimate reason by the (plain clothes
for some reason) "airport security" guys. Maybe something else was happening and I just let it happen because my heart is made of chicken.
All I know is that as it was happening, hours later in my hotel suite and now a week later, it has continued to come off creepy, feel spooky.
So I finally signed up for an account here (I've been reading a long time) to post about it because when I had the chance to maybe stand up and do
something, I didn't.