I Hate Pearson Airport

After I parted ways with Doris, I had to endure the torturous process of checking in for my flight. I don't care what the people at Pearson say, airports are where racism is born. I got pulled aside twice for a “random” check. The first time was while I was in line to go through security. Some guy just ninja attacked me from nowhere and pulled me aside so that he could use his little toy to scan me. After he let me go ahead, I wanted to look back and see who else he would “randomly” select, but it quickly became my turn to go through security.

Once again, I was “randomly” selected to step aside. This time, I was asked to step into this giant clear thing that looked either like a teleportation device or a giant blender, but apparently was a scanner of sorts. At this point I was slightly irritated.

Then I saw who else was randomly chosen for scanning: a black guy, an Asian man, and an Asian woman. And it's not like these people were spread out or anything; they were three of the next five people behind me! At this point I had to laugh. I walked up to a woman who was working in security, and I asked her if I could speak with her supervisor. I turned to him and said, “Look, I know I could be making a big deal out of nothing here, in which case I do apologize, but I find it very odd that I've already been scanned twice while in this line, and the only other people who have been scanned are all visible minorities directly behind me.”

The supervisor calmly tried to explain to me that it's actually a computer that randomly selects which travellers to scan. He then invited me to stand there for as long as I wanted in order to see who else the computer chose. About five minutes passed with nobody being selected. There were also no visible minorities passing through in that timespan, though that may have been a coincidence. Finally, a white woman was finally chosen. While I still wasn't completely satisfied, my body was begging me to find a seat, so I collected my things and made my way to my gate, still wondering about this "computer."

I say "computer" because I couldn't help but think that there was some person in a room somewhere looking through a camera and diabolically choosing who was selected. Potentially imaginary racist bastard. Am I racist for having such conspiracy theories?

If anything, I'm still allowed to hate Pearson for charging me $200 for a second luggage and for being 10 pounds over on one of them. $200!