I’m not a very good storyteller, so I am sorry if this bores you, but I am quite bewildered and wanted to share:
My little sister came up to visit me and I took her to New York City to do some sightseeing. She had never been to the big apple, so we took a Circle Line Cruise. We took the typical pictures of the Empire State building, the Statue of Liberty, the Chysler Tower, and the hole where the WTC Towers were.
When I dropped her off at the airport, there was a big sign near the area where you take your baggage to be electronically sniffed for explosives that said to not leave film in the suitcases for it would be harmed. There was a similar sign at the security checkpoint, so I took our three rolls of film to be developed, to protect them from being damamged by the x-ray machines. No problem.
I took the pictures to the CVS near my apartment, and came back an hour later to pick them up. But, when I got there, the manager was looking at me all suspicious like and the guy behind the counter started asking me questions like, “Do you live around here? Are you originally from somewhere else?” THen he informed me that one roll of pictures I took was full of monuments and he had to report it to the authorities. My first response was wtf? but I said fine, how long is it going to take, and when can I have my pictures. He didn’t know because he had never done it before.
It took a while, and I had to leave to pick my boyfriend up from class, but when we returned we got the same suspicious looks from the manager (the bf noticed them w/o me mentioning them, so I don’t tyhink they were imagined) and the guy behind the counter handed me the business card of a detective and told me I would have to go to the police station to pick up that one roll of film. “OK, fine, thanks for letting me know. I’ll head to the police station right now.”
The detective takes us up to his office and asks me for my info, while almost laughing. Aparently he finds this new procedure as absurd as I first did, but we both play along for the sake of national security. He takes my address, age, name, and phone number, and the same info for my little sister, since I had explained that they were really her pictures. He also asks for a receipt for the Circle Line Cruise, which I don’t have on me; and laughs (outloud) while declining my offer to bring him the tickets I had kept for the scrapbook I was going to make my sister.
So, all in all, I just thought it was a bit odd. I don’t feel safer. But most of the people I have told the story to somehow do. I respect that and I understand there are a lot of new security measures we are all going to have to get used to, at least for a while.