If it weren’t for the jackasses that tried to confiscate a Medal of Honor, I’d say I have the worst example of TSA idiocy.
Traveling to my mother’s funeral, my son was flagged by the scanner and was then quizzed about what he had in he pocket. He reported “nothing”. Captain America kept at it and we ended up in a back room for searching. I asked if they wanted him to just drop his pants and they said “no no no that won’t be necessary”.
They bring in a supervisor to supervise the genius who will be doing the search. He put on gloves and very carefully and repeatedly explained that he would be patting him down with only the back of his hand. They seemed to think it was very important that we know it would be the back of his hand only.
So the guy carefully pats down my son’s crotch and asks “what’s this ?” My son tells him there is “nothing in my pants but me.”
At this point the supervisor decides it is time to intervene, gives a quick confirmatory pat, gives the other guy a look of disdain and tells us we are free to go.
And that, fellow travelers, is the story of the TSA agent who will spend every lunchtime for the rest of his career being teased over that time he pulled someone over for his penis.
Traveling to my mother’s funeral, my son was flagged by the scanner and was then quizzed about what he had in he pocket. He reported “nothing”. Captain America kept at it and we ended up in a back room for searching. I asked if they wanted him to just drop his pants and they said “no no no that won’t be necessary”.
They bring in a supervisor to supervise the genius who will be doing the search. He put on gloves and very carefully and repeatedly explained that he would be patting him down with only the back of his hand. They seemed to think it was very important that we know it would be the back of his hand only.
So the guy carefully pats down my son’s crotch and asks “what’s this ?” My son tells him there is “nothing in my pants but me.”
At this point the supervisor decides it is time to intervene, gives a quick confirmatory pat, gives the other guy a look of disdain and tells us we are free to go.
And that, fellow travelers, is the story of the TSA agent who will spend every lunchtime for the rest of his career being teased over that time he pulled someone over for his penis.
