Have I mentioned how much I am
not looking forward to my flight at the end of this month?
As the man approached the airport security checkpoint here on Wednesday, he kept picking up and putting down his backpack, touching his fingers to his chin, rubbing some object in his hands and finally reaching for his pack of cigarettes, even though smoking was not allowed.
Two Transportation Security Administration officers stood nearby, nearly motionless and silent, gazing straight at him. Then, with a nod, they moved in, chatting briefly with the man, and then swiftly pulled him aside for an intense search.
Another airline passenger had just made the acquaintance of the transportation agency's "behavior detection officers."
So, I can't wear any jewelry, or anything metal, lest I set off a metal detector and get molested by security. I can't bring any lip-gloss or hand lotion cuz it might blow up the plane. I have to take my shoes off so they can check for a bomb, and I may or may not be part of a "random" search. And now, I can't even
look pissy about it. In other words, I have to let the TSA manhandle me, go thru my shit, AND I have to smile about it. All in the name of "security."
Via
New York Times
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