Burkhas - which way do you swing? About to board a plane, the question becomes a bit more pressing when faced with four figures in black. As the man in security said: "Could be a woman, man or a monkey - how would i know?"
Plenty of passengers trying- and failing - to look unconcerned. Then we get to the bit where you put your belt in a box and hope your pants don't fall down. The burkha brigade are called to one side. Palpable relief all round.
Beneath the black you can feel them bristle. "Is it coz I's Muslim?" No, you dipstick, it's because you are trying to take two flasks of tea onto the plane with you! Along with a mini suitcase full of make-up. These girls sure like to slap up in their spare time.
Security man starts to lose patience as they insist on holding onto their drinks. "You were asked about liquids at check-in!" he explains as he confiscates the stuff. She gets most of her make-up through though, thankfully to Quatar, which I have no intention of visiting any time soon.
What is it with these people? Has the irony escaped them that it was one of their own fundamentalists who almost blew his balls off trying to mix explosives in his lap? That's the reason we have these rules pal, nothing to do with religion.
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