Ugh, we’re back home. Traveling home through airport security with alopecia areata was a little different. It seemed more hectic. I miss Alabama. It was a more leisurely pace, yet things got done. Today, I’m totally unmotivated to do anything.
Well, you know how you have to go through the TSA Security Checkpoint before you can get to your gate? Some airports seem to take it more seriously, others are like “meh”. The TSA website says they aim to be unpredictable and evolving.
The checkpoint agents at Pensacola, FL airport were chiefly police officers. It was completely different from Milwaukee, with civilian agents and sheriff’s deputies patrolling.
Airport Security with Hair Loss
So it gets to be my turn at airport security. I show my ID and my ticket. In my ID photo, I have blonde hair to my shoulders. Obviously, I have no hair now, and I’m wearing a chemo cap. The guy handling my ID does a double take. He seems unsure whether to accept the identification. I’m thinking in my head, “Yeah, I have no hair, want to do another double take?” But I stay quiet. After what seems like a long minute (the whole thing was probably 30 seconds), he hands me back my stuff and lets me go.
This was a direct, face-to-face, obvious second look. I’m not saying it was wrong of him. Surely he was simply doing his airport security job. However, it was all over his face. It was a bit jarring, I mean, I actually had not paid attention to people’s reactions to my alopecia areata before. Maybe there were double takes everywhere I went – in airports, stores, out and about.
The reminder by the TSA also happened while being surrounded by gorgeous blonde-haired girls from the states of Florida/Alabama.
It is a security checkpoint. If he needed to ask extra questions, I would have been willing to respond. We want to fly safely.
But then I moved on, because we got to our gate, and it was packed. Blah. Full flight. Bad weather. Layover was 45 minutes, then transfer to another full flight, really bad weather. However, I never saw or felt the bad weather. The pilot hustled. He went full speed and the in-flight app said we flew almost the entire way above 50,000 feet. I don’t think I have ever been that high for so long. Isn’t it usually around 35,000 feet? We arrived 20 minutes late, but under the length of the scheduled flight time. Flight takes an hour and 20 minutes, he got it done in an hour.