“I once flew on SeaPort Airlines (very small regional carrier) from Sacramento to Long Beach. 2 engine prop plane that sat maybe a dozen plus the two crew.
“Had to stop in Visalia for fuel. This airport ‘terminal’ is maybe 30x30.
“Well, apparently nobody let the fuel guy know there was a plane coming as he wasn’t there waiting for us and couldn’t be found. We were given the option to exit the plane and go into the terminal and wait while they looked for fuel dude. Five of the seven of us chose to go in, including an older grandma type.
“This facility had a TSA presence of three officers with a ‘secured’ area comprising about half the interior. The restrooms were on the other side of the velvet rope and we were told that if we needed to use the restroom, we’d have to go through security.
“Most of us noped out, but the lovely granny had to and when she came back after maybe three minutes - guess who got subject to the ‘secondary screening?’
“Yep, grandma. WHO HAD GONE A TOTAL OF NO MORE THAN TEN FEET from where those TSA mooks were standing there doing nothing.
“Five minutes later, granny had made it past security and fuel dude was found another five minutes later. We made it to Long Beach about 30 minutes late which was NBD but WTF Visalia?”
Just ‘cos they look old and innocent, doesn’t mean grandmas get a free pass at security.