Was I Mistaken for a Terrorist?

I have taken quite a few trips by air, and one or two are especially memorable. It was about nineteen years ago, and I was more on the young side than the old, but as soon as I got off a

jet at the Minneapolis airport, alone, on my way home from Illinois, I was commanded to sit in a wheelchair by somebody (?) with power! So I although I balked at sitting in a wheel chair for no obvious reason, she insisted that I had to, but wouldn't give me an explanation. The attendant wheeled me where ever I wanted go, true, but I couldn't understand why they thought I was either decrepit or a danger to other passengers.

When we arrived at my intended gate, I was told to stand up, which I did, and a female (thank heaven) attendant frisked me up and down and sideways. Well, after that ordeal, I wanted to have a smoke. (I quit smoking quite a few years ago) So the attendant wheeled me outside where I polluted some Minneapolis air. I also visited the ladies' rest room and the attendant waited patiently for me to get back in the wheelchair. She never passed the time of day with me or was friendly in any way.

I was the only passenger that was treated this way, as far as I could see. So all I can think of is

that I had a very suspicious look about me! Maybe I shouldn't take the next trip I was planning by air!