OK, there's probably not a soul alive who's not heard (or witnessed) recent horror stories of the TSA v. John Doe.
So, prior to our mini-vacation, I was overly curious. Imagine my let-down when, at Sky Harbor's Terminal 4, there were no scanners, no itchy fingers. Same old, same old.
Not so fast! Returning home a week later, I was asked to step aside.
Was it my beady little eyes ... my attempts to appear nonchalant ....my choice of clothing?
Yes, that's it!: Baggy pants and even baggier hoodie ... bearing an oversize logo from a certain University. As I detoured after the
Have to admit, "my" inspect-ress was wonderful. Obviously, I didn't know what to expect .... certainly not her courtesy and professionalism. Initially, she asked, was I bruised or tender anywhere? She then explained the procedure in detail before ever laying a hand on me. Did I want a private room? ("Honey, I lost most of my modesty 10 years ago.") The whole process took maybe 60 seconds.
The funny part? .....Her expression when I remarked, "thank you; I appreciate your guys trying to keep us safe."
Suspicious .... Say whaaaaat?
Actually, its a lesson learned from my son shortly after 9/11. As crazy as it seems, I honestly appreciate TSA's efforts.
Clearly, there's no excusing some recent behaviors ... unfortunately, there are jerks in all parts of society.
Still, I think the vast majority of these are decent men and women, tasked with a near-impossible job description. I wouldn't want to "do" it! Would you?
Meanwhile, let's just pray someone arrives at a better idea!