On profiling ...
DH and I were “profiled” on a trip to Israel. El-Al peeps collared us b/c we didn’t fit the profile of elderly Methodists, apparently.
I don’t know who got more irked — the El-Al guy or the dairy farmer’s wife whose long-awaited vacation hung in the balance. After some raised voices and waving arms we were OK ;-)
I didn’t mind and I was not offended, because we had nothing to hide.
I discovered on my trips abroad this summer that 2 hours is the minimum layover I’m ever going to accept on an itinerary ever again.
I flew into Amsterdam, and the goofballs did not taxi to a chute attached to the airport, but instead parked the plane on the tarmac, had us wait for a bus, loaded us aboard, and proceeded to drive us to a terminal not of our choice. On the way ACROSS THE TARMAC, believe it or not, we ran into a traffic jam and sat in traffic for 30 minutes. Not kidding; swear it’s the truth. They ran traffic across their tarmac.