“When going through security, I said I did not consent to going through the scanner because I have a brain tumour.
One staff member shouted across the queue to another "she won't go through scanner, she's got a BRAIN TUMOUR!"
Well thanks for announcing it to the whole airport, you fat, retarded c#nt.
I was bundled off into a room with 2 bull dykes who put their hands all over my body.
I have avoided Gatwick since this distressing experience.”
