When Can We Stop Giving a Flying Fuck?
it’s nothing new anymore. Security at airports has been dramatically increased, there are now x-ray scanners, and if you don’t want some complete stranger to see you “virtually” naked, well, then you get your ass rubbed down.
Via The Post:
“If I had been physically attacked, this would have been a very, very similar experience,” said Nancy Campbell, 33, an urban planner who said she was traumatized by a touchy-feely female TSA agent before her flight to Washington Tuesday.
Campbell had already cleared security and was approaching the gate when the young agent stopped her, told her to drop her stuff and demanded she stand spread-eagled.
Brooklynite Nancy Campbell claims her search was like a physical attack.As passers-by gawked, the TSA agent patted Campbell down, touching her breasts, inner thighs and crotch, the freaked-out flier told The Post.
When she protested, the agent said, “You can either continue on flailing about, or you can let me do my job. If you don’t, you can’t fly.”
You call it assault, I call it safety. I can go on continuing to fly knowing these people truly care about our well being.
So what? You got checked twice. Save it. Maybe it was in poor form, but the woman was just doing her job. You don’t like it, get a Greyhound ticket. If I’m flying and the security agent gropes me more than once, I’m taking it as a compliment. Sure, I might not enjoy it, but his reasons for doing so are all positive. Either I’m his cup of tea, he really likes safety, or he thought I might be concealing something large in my pants (which I am). But I would just get through it, grab my shit, and fly the fuck away.
