The first question you may have is, what's industrial
engineering? It's an uninformative
name for an important discipline:
the study of how best to design industrial processes of every type, from
time-and-motion studies of assembly lines to how we can treat more hospital
patients better with fewer resources.
The subject came to my mind recently as I was lifting empty gray plastic
tubs from a conveyor belt onto a stacking machine that automatically recycled
them to the head of the line at a security checkpoint in London's Heathrow
Airport. How did I get that job? Well, let me begin at the beginning.
This was on the return leg of a business trip to
France. Lest you think I'm a world
traveler, I should say that this was my first international trip in five or six
years, and I'd never been to France before. The conference I attended was in the "department"
(sort of a state) of Cantal, in the legendary South of France, which is
world-famous for its wine and cheese.
These attractions were somewhat wasted on me as I don't drink wine and I
don't like cheese. But at the end
of the conference, the organizers gave me a box containing selections of the
local foods. I received it eagerly
with the hope that I could take it back to my wife, who is fond of cheese and
has been known to have a sip of wine now and then. What neither I nor the conference organizers reckoned on was
airline security.
For those familiar with the U. S. Transportation Security
Administration system, the French do it similarly except you don't have to take
off your shoes. They had set aside
my bag after the X-ray, though.
They wanted to know what a dark cylindrical object was. I took out the cardboard box of goodies
and opened it up for them. There
was a can of paté of some kind.
When they saw what it was, they were happy, and let me go. So far, so good, but next came British
security in London.
At Heathrow, everything is very organized. First you queue up and have to go
through a kind of museum display of all kinds of items you can't put in your
luggage. Anything liquid or liquid-like,
you have to take out and put in a clear plastic bag for them to sniff at. I'd done this with my toothpaste and
thought I was all ready for them.
Think again.
It really did look like a miniature production line when I
got to the luggage X-ray system.
You are handed these large gray plastic tubs and everything has to fit
in a tub. Then this
industrial-quality conveyor belt with motorized rollers lines up the tubs to go
through the X-ray. If something
fishy shows up, all the operator has to do is push a button, and a set of push
rods shoves the suspect tub out of the main line into a second inspect-by-hand
line behind a clear plastic barrier.
To my dismay, that happened to both of my tubs of stuff.
My glasses were in one of the tubs, but I could see well
enough to watch my luggage as it sat behind the barrier. It was well back in a line of several,
and so it would be a while before I could get at it again. Just to have something to do, I started
picking up the empty tubs that the more fortunate travelers were leaving
behind, and stacked them on the automatic return gizmo. While I was doing this for ten or
fifteen minutes, I noticed one of the inspect-by-hand inspectors playing with
what I thought at first was a back-scratcher he'd confiscated from
someone. It was a blue plastic
wand about a foot and a half (50 cm) long with some white cloth thing at the
end.
Then I noticed he was wiping it over contents of a piece
of luggage and taking it over to a machine. He removed the cloth and stuck it in the machine. Turns out it was an ion mobility
spectrometry (IMS) device that uses the varying speed of ions under the
influence of an electric field to detect vapors of explosives, drugs, and other
non-allowed chemicals. Very clever
technology which has made it out of the lab into the field—at least, a lot of
airfields.
Finally, they got to my bag. I pulled out the notorious box and showed him the
contents. There was a glass bottle
of something—maybe it was beer—and a jar of what looked like marmalade.
"I'm sorry, sir, but these are both over 200
milliliters. To take them with you
you'll have to go back out and check this bag." There wasn't time, so I bid my marmalade and beer, or
whatever it was, good-by. I never
even got a good look at them. Then
he let me go.
All was well after that till the U. S. passport control
point at the Austin airport. At
passport control, there were just a bunch of kiosks with computerized
touchscreens asking you a series of questions. One of them was about food brought back from abroad.
I faced an ethical dilemma. I knew if I said I had none, I'd be lying, but I could also
get through quicker. Partly just
to see what happened, I answered yes, I did have food from abroad. There was a big "A" on the
slip of paper that came out, which I handed to a man at the exit. He put a big red checkmark on it,
stuffed it in a blue folder, and told me to go have a seat over there.
Over there turned out to be a waiting area with people in
it who looked like they were all at a funeral. I said, "Nobody looks very cheerful over
here." One lady griped that
this was what she got for being honest.
In a bit, a brisk gal in a uniform came up, said,
"Everybody with blue folders, come with me." I was the only one, so I followed her
into a room where once again, I took out the box and showed her what was in
it. This time the offending item
was a piece of dried sausage sealed in plastic wrap. "The meat has to go, but you can keep the other
stuff." So it went, and in
another minute so did I.
Based on my limited sample during my trip, I'd say the
British win the industrial-engineering competition for most efficient
carry-on-luggage inspection. They
also took the most stuff. All I
have left from Cantal is a bag of cookies and that can of paté. I don't know much French, but I think
the label says it has a guaranteed minimum
fat content of 30%. Paté, anyone?
Sources:
You can read more about ion mobility spectrometry at the website
of a manufacturer of these systems, Smiths Detection: http://www.smithsdetection.com/index.php/products-solutions/explosives-narcotics-detection/61-explosives-narcotics-detection/ionscan-500dt.html#.VaJBYM6aH8w.
To compare airport security to engineering of any kind is insulting. It's more like performance art or theater. :-)
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