Some years back I was paying a visit to a fellow ppruner who is an a/c engineer at his base in an er, northern English airport in a city where people nick stuff and have curly hair, so the stereotype goes.
While waiting for him to come and meet me at the security hut to take me airside I had the joy of observing the security staff as they whiled the night away. There seemed a strange dynamic in the place as the head honcho, a woman, was frankly a borderline psychotic. If anyone spoke to her she'd just go off her rocker at them. There was a bloke who just hid behind his copy of the Daily Mirror and a clearly junior young girl who ended up in tears after the crazy big cheese woman screamed at her. I recall heading outside to wait for my pal as it was too uncomfortable to watch.
Sadly after returning the head bitch decided she didn't like the look of me and refused to allow my pal who'd by now turned up to sign me in and take me airside. The next day came the liquids on board bomb plot and that was the end of that. So thanks a bunch, mental scouse woman!