When my wife goes through airport security, she always needs a pat down. In America, they mainly do the pat down. This is because she has to wear leg braces, due to her disorder. In Chengdu, we did not have our guide. This was a first. Usually, on all the adoptions, we had a guide nearby. If you go over expecting someone to know English, you will be surprised at how so few know it.
We checked our bags in at the front and started to head towards the security check. Every airport has one. We stood in line waiting. When it came to be our turn, we put everything on the metal detector. Kayla had to have her wheelchair check. After things went through, I gathered everything. I had to get Mia, Kayla and all of our luggage. We are not the kind of family that travels light. We keep saying we will one day do it, but I have as yet to see it.
Angie walks through. Even with braces showing they started to look around for what to do next. A couple of them speak and then a female guard comes up. She escorts her towards another room. I am left with all the belongings. Angie says she will be back.
After about a half hour to 45 minutes, I her what sounds like my name over the intercom. At this point, I am getting worried and frustrated. To go up to someone meant that I had to move everything. So, I started adding bags around my neck. I give Mia to Kayla who is sitting in the wheelchair. We slowly make our way to a guard. I ask him if my name was called. He had a blank look on his face. I ask again. Blank stare.
I guess it was not me they were calling. We moved a little, but not far. I had too much to go anywhere. Finally, Angie calls out. It turns out that she had to do a thorough search. The went into a break room. All the guys in the room had to leave. The female guard did the search. I don't know if things would have been different with a guide, but it happens. No reason to get mad at anyone. Angie just laughed it off.
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