Dublin Airport’s security team were rather less calm. It didn’t help that I was running late for the flight. The dense mass of organic food: 2.5kg of butter in rectangular blocks and a further 1kg bag of good Irish spuds must have made for an interesting x-ray. The rucksac was duly given the “shunt of shame” along the special carousel!
I watched as the robot appeared next. A crowd of three scrutinised it before it was carefully loaded onto a very special trolley. Both items made their way towards me pushed by steely-eyed guards. The questions started: what? why? what? And then I caught sight of my hands – covered in blood! Yes, for some unknown reason my hands had chosen that moment to leak blood all over the place.
It actually had a humanising effect on the guards – who rushed off to find plasters. Once all was resolved I grabbed my shoes and belt and rushed through the duty free corridor – before kneeling down beside the bulging bag and curious robot to tie my shoe laces. The look that I got from some alarmed passers -by was one of mild horror and shock! Safaribot travelled back under the seat.
