Tonight, I’m in Tampa, and I’ll be here on business all week. Right now, though, I could be on Mars and I wouldn’t much care. I’m tired, I’m cranky, and I want my pound of flesh. Some TSA goon opened my suitcase, re-packed it exceedingly haphazardly, and as a result a shampoo bottle burst, covering approximately 1/3 of my clothing in shampoo and likely also ruining the suitcase. Thank God for the brave, dedicated public servants of the Transportation Safety Administration. If it costs me some clothes and a suitcase to keep America safe from terrorists, well, is that really such a big price to pay?
Of course, if I were thinking rationally, I’d be feeling that way, but right about now I’d like to hang whatever TSA troll ransacked my suitcase by the gonads. What kind of world do we live in that holds it perfectly acceptable for a complete stranger, someone I will never meet, to rummage through my personal belongings as if it were their personal playground? And how, exactly, does this sort of voyeuristic snooping protect anyone from the threat of terrorism? If this is what I can expect, I’m going to start packing whips, vibrators, and latex bodysuits. At least that will give the trolls a thrill, don’tcha think??
Travelling by air has always been a hassle, and inconvenient on the best of days. Now we have to deal with the reality that someone is going through our underwear…’cuz you never know when someone’s BVDs are going to go “boom”, eh? Whatever….
