Catwalk (5 page)

After about thirty minutes of being impris
-oned in this stuffy airport office, my things are finally returned to me. I repack my bag and am released—just like that. I guess they can’t keep holding you if you haven’t done anything wrong. Still, I wonder if I should talk to a lawyer. And, as I go through security and then wander down the terminal, I can’t help but wonder if this all might just be a bad dream. Maybe I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. But my ringing phone jars me back to reality. To my relief, it’s Mom. I tell her I’m okay, then ask about Paige.

“She’s not with you?”

“No. I was being questioned by security. They treated me like a terrorist and—”

“I know. But we’ll discuss that later. Right now we need to find your sister.”

“Totally. What should I do?”

“Call Fran. She’s still over there, on the other side of the security gates, trying to find where they’ve taken Paige. We’d hoped you two girls were together. I’ve arrived at the airport,
but I can’t get through security without a boarding pass. But I do have someone over here trying to help me sort this nonsense out.”

“Right.” I cautiously walk back toward the security gates. I seriously do not want to get too close to those freaks again. Who knows what they might do next?

“The reason I was so concerned for you girls is that we’ve done some news stories on this very thing,” Mom explains. “I know some security agents can be pretty rough. And I’m worried about Paige.”

“I am too.”

“Oh, I need to go,” Mom says quickly. “I think they’ve located Paige. I’ll call you right back as soon as I know something for sure. But you find Fran and stay with her in the meantime, okay?”

“Okay.” And just as I hang up, I spot Fran pacing near the security area with an anxious expression and her phone to her ear. I wave, then hurry over and throw my arms around her like a long-lost friend.

“This is so crazy,” I say. “I feel like I’m a stranger in some foreign country, like I might be thrown into prison if I don’t watch my step.”

“I’m so sorry, Erin,” Fran says. “Any news on Paige?”

“Mom said she thought someone found her. She’s going to call back as soon as she knows.”

“This is just outrageous.” Fran shakes her head. “I was just talking to Helen and she’s having a total fit. She’s already called her attorney and I know your mother has some of her news crew here. I think we should make this story as big as possible.”

“I just hope, for Paige’s sake, it’s not too big since she’s partly to blame for this.” Just then my phone rings. Mom tells
me that Paige is being released and explains where Fran and I should go to meet up with her.

“I’ll call you the minute we find her,” I promise.

“And then come out here,” Mom tells me. “We’re going to get this story while it’s still fresh and we’ll run it on the news tonight. This is something every traveler needs to hear.”

Soon we’re reunited with Paige near the security gate, and she literally looks like “what the cat dragged in.” I hug her and ask if she’s okay.

“Okay?” she says quietly. “You must be joking.”

“Mom’s here,” I tell her as I hit speed dial for my mom’s cell phone. “Paige is with us,” I tell Mom.

“Great, now you girls hurry on over here.” Mom tells me where to meet them and I tell Paige about Mom’s plan to put this on the news.

“Channel Five News?” Paige’s expression is hard to read, but she doesn’t look happy. “What about New York?”

“Well, we’ve obviously missed that flight,” Fran tells her. “But I’ve spoken to the airline and they’re booking us for a later one.”

“Mom’s got a news team here with her,” I continue telling Paige as Fran and I exit past security. I try not to glare at the guards as we pass, but they seem preoccupied anyway. Probably waiting to mug some little old lady.

“Anyway, your mom wants to make this a story,” Fran explains. “A big story! And that means free publicity for us.”

“I don’t know…” Paige’s eyes look frightened and her mascara has run clear down her cheeks. I’m sure she has no idea how bedraggled she looks.

“People need to hear about how you were treated,” I tell her. “Are you okay with that?”

Paige puts her hand to her left cheek. It’s dirty and swollen and has what looks like the beginning of a good-sized bruise, probably from when she was shoved to the floor. “I guess so…maybe I should go clean up first,” she says in a shaky voice.

“Just a little,” Fran exchanges a concerned glance with me then points toward a nearby restroom.

We go over to the sink area and Paige gasps to see herself. Using wet paper towels and tissues, combined with the limited beauty products Fran and I can come up with between us—a necessity since it seems security kept all that was in Paige’s Ziplock bag—we do our best to help Paige pull herself together. And even when she looks pretty good, she seems close to tears.

“Are you sure you can do this?” I ask her.

“Do what?” She gives me a blank look.

“The news story. Mom will understand if you’re too—”

“No.” Now Paige tosses a wadded paper towel into the trash and stands up straight. “I need to tell this story. People have a right to know.”

As we hurry back to the ticketing area, I silently pray for Paige. I ask God to help her to be strong. And I ask him to use this whole thing—what seems like a nightmare—and to bring something good from it.

Before long, we are set up and ready to shoot. A small crowd of onlookers is gathering and then cameras (including mine) are rolling. “I’m Susan Sanders from Channel Five News,” the reporter begins, “and we are live at Los Angeles International Airport, one of the busiest air terminals in the world, where just minutes ago, Paige Forrester, star of
On the Runway
, endured a horrifying experience with airport security. Can you tell us what happened?”

And so Paige begins to recount the story, how we were on our way to New York for Fashion Week, how we were running late and just going through security. “It didn’t seem like a big deal at first,” she says, “and I’ll admit that I was at fault for forgetting to remove a small bottle of perfume from my carry-on. I had stuck it in at the last minute and had meant to transfer it to a checked bag, but we were in a rush.” She goes on to tell about how she wanted to use up enough to make it less than three ounces and how she was tackled. “After that, I was kind of in shock. I mean, one minute you’re standing there just laughing and joking and the next thing you know two big guys have knocked you down and pinned you to the ground.” She touches her cheek where the swelling is still visible.

“So they actually tackled you?” Susan asks, “Just because you squirted perfume on yourself?”

Paige nods with sad eyes. “And it’s a nice fragrance too. Prada Infusion d’Iris, and not cheap either.”

Susan laughs. “Tell us what happened next.”

“They handcuffed my wrists behind my back, so tightly that my fingers got numb. And it seemed like they kept me pinned on the ground for a long time, and this guy had his knee in my back like I was going to get up and run. Finally, they took me to a security office.” Paige stops now.

“And what happened there?”

Paige takes in a slow breath. “I was totally humiliated in a strip search.”

“A strip search?” Susan’s eyes grow wide. “With the male security guards?”

“No, two women did that, actually. But the guys weren’t far away, and for all I know they might’ve been watching. It was horrid and humiliating and disgusting and no one should
have to suffer like that. Not for squirting themselves with perfume anyway. I mean, I can admit that I wasn’t being too smart. But they took this too far. Way too far.”

“So what happened after they strip-searched you?”

“They made me wear this creepy paper robe thing, kind of like in the doctor’s office. And then they went through all my clothes, as if I had something hidden in there. And they went through my carry-on bag and my purse, just pulled everything apart. I never even got all my things back.”

“They kept some of your things?”

“I don’t know if was intentional or not. When they told me I could go, I just grabbed everything—as fast as I could—and ran out of there.”

“It sounds traumatizing.”

Paige nods. “I’ve never been through anything so dehumanizing before. And all because of some silly perfume.”

“That does seem very extreme.”

“And my sister was arrested and taken into custody too,” Paige continues. “And she didn’t do anything. She was just telling them to quit hurting me.”

So now I get pulled into this. But for Paige’s sake, I do my best. “That’s right,” I say when Susan holds a hand mic to my face. “I didn’t do anything wrong. And suddenly I was handcuffed.” I hold up my wrists, which are still red. “It hurts where they cut into my skin. Then I was questioned and my bags were thoroughly searched.”

“Were you strip-searched as well?”

“No. Thank goodness. I think I might’ve totally lost it if that had happened. I don’t know how Paige could’ve stood being treated like that.”

Susan asks Paige a few more questions then begins to
recount other incidents of passengers who’ve been treated like this. “Fortunately, this hasn’t been a common experience at LAX. But it is happening more often than it should, and although few people can be prepared for this when it does happen, you need to know you have rights. A number of victims of security abuse are taking legal action. I have spoken to Paige and Erin’s mother, and she informed me that attorneys are already looking into this.”

She wraps the story up by asking about our plans for New York. Paige makes a magnificent recovery as she talks about our new show and how
On the Runway
will be covering a variety of fashion-related events in the Big Apple. She even manages to mention the day and time that our show airs.

“And hopefully, you won’t have anymore unfortunate incidents like you experienced here at LAX this morning. But travelers beware—the application of perfume in security could put a serious damper on your next vacation. This is Susan Sanders for Channel Five News.”

“This will run on
Midday Report
,” Mom assures us after the cameras shut down. “And again tonight.”

“Great,” Fran says. “And now if we hurry over to the ticket counter, we might be able to make the twelve fifteen
direct
flight to LaGuardia.”

Mom hugs us and tells us to be careful. “And our cameras are going to follow you right up to the security gates,” she says, “and they will be filming until you get through just in case something happens again.”

“I can’t imagine they’d dare anything like that,” Fran assures her.

Before long, we have direct first class tickets to New York. But as we—and our entourage—approach security, I can tell
Paige is getting nervous. “Okay,” I tell her. “You don’t have any fluids on you, right?”

“Are you kidding?” She shakes her head. “They confiscated everything.”

“Now, you’ll just calmly remove your shoes and your jacket,” I remind her. Between Fran and me, we somehow coach Paige through security without any further ado. In fact, every single security person is polite and gracious and I have to wonder why it couldn’t have gone down like that the first time. Still, I’m thankful the grumpy female security guard is nowhere to be seen. I can only hope that she and the others are being repremanded.

We have an hour to wait at our gate, but we use this time to forage for food. All three of us are ravenous after our exhausting morning. And then I go with Paige to stock up on fashion magazines, and even pretend like I’m into it for once. Anything to cheer her up. Just as we’re being loaded in the first boarding group, Fran’s phone rings. As we’re getting into our seats, which are nice comfy leather recliners, we can hear Fran across the aisle talking. I’m guessing it’s Helen, and it must be something upbeat because Fran is grinning from ear to ear.

“Guess what, girls?” she asks after she hangs up.

“Those nasty airport security thugs are being strip-searched by gorillas?” I try.

Paige chuckles. “I wish.”

“This is almost as good,” Fran says quickly. “Helen says that she’s heard from a reliable source that your news story is likely to be picked up nationally, and she’s already contacted a producer friend at
Good Morning America
who would like you girls to be on their show tomorrow.”

“To talk about
On the Runway
?” Paige looks hopeful.

“No, to talk about the airport security incident. But I’m sure you can somehow get a few words in for our show as well. And it’s a great opportunity, don’t you think?”

It’s hard to read Paige’s face. I know the girl loves publicity, but I suspect she’s not overly eager to tell the strip-search story too many times. Although I suppose it could end up being therapeutic.

“And who knows?” Fran continues. “If the GMA interview goes well…maybe
Today
will call. Or maybe GMA will want to invite you back next week to talk about
On the Runway
at Fashion Week.”

“I guess we should make the most of it.” Paige nods. “Besides, it might actually help some other unsuspecting girl to not make the same mistake.”

“By the way,” Fran adds. “Helen said that Prada is probably sending you a little something as a consolation gift. We’ll check with the concierge at the hotel tomorrow.”

Paige doesn’t even respond as she opens a thick edition of
Vogue.
“You know, I’d just like to forget about the whole thing…for a while.”

“Me too,” I agree.

Paige leans back into the seat with a contented expression. “First class is definitely the way to go.”

“That was so cool that the airline upgraded us,” I tell her. “I mean, it’s not like they were responsible for the security people.”

“But what a price to pay.” Paige sighs.

“I’ll say.” I slowly shake my head. Then I peer curiously at my sister, suddenly wondering if she might’ve intentionally pulled that whole crazy stunt just to get…No, that is way
too extreme. Even for a drama queen like Paige. But it just figures that she would end up with a payoff like this. My sister sometimes takes a beating, but she usually lands on her feet.