Jesus H. Christ, I hate flying…..Not so much the flying (although it can be interesting being trapped in a metal tube with 200+ complete strangers….But I digress). But rather the TSA and all the BS that they make you go through.
This time, I came up for a “random screening”. Jesus, I haven’t given that much up on a first date! Full wanding/patdown, etc. If it had been a cute person of the opposite sex, it could have been fun. But NOOOO, it had to be a grizzled veteran screener. It was quick though. It would have been nice to get an explanation as to WHY I was selected though.