I saw an old friend tonight. I’ll use a fake name. Let’s call him Max.
Max is in his seventies. A proper southern gentleman of the old school. Propriety and decorum are integral to Max’s life.
He has been working hard on his dieting since Christmas and was boasting that he’d dropped 3 belt notches before his trip to Florida last week.
Max also has a hip replacement.
So, when he got to the airport and announced his hip replacement they asked him to remove his belt and to step into the TSA Microwave (yes, the AIT scanner) and then he was subjected to the pat down. During the
feel up, sorry, pat down his overly large pants dropped to his knees. In full view of everybody.
And guess what? He wasn’t wearing a detonation device!!
Nice going TSA! You sons of bitches once again subjected an innocent American to sexual harassment and public embarassment without discovering anything dangerous. But, you’ve asserted yourselves as the all knowing, not to be questioned, in your face, jack booted thugs whose main purpose in life is to pester, annoy, embarass, and pretty much do whatever you wish with the travelling public.
And all the while not performing any useful public safety function. Most of the TSA employees I’ve encountered can’t even find their own asses with both hands behind their backs.