I can't remember what I had to do in terms of identification when I was flying. What I do remember was that on my way back to America, in Switzerland, I set off the detector (it was probably my belt) and the attendent took me into a covered booth and basically felt me up. You'd think we were at a dance club or something.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-12 01:55 pm (UTC)