TSA guy pulls me aside today, “What is in your right pant leg?” “My leg,” I reply. “Are you wearing a brace?” “No, just my leg.” “I need to touch your lower leg.” “Ok,” at which point he rubs my lower leg. “Just a sock,” he said. “Right,” I said, “just a sock.” Then he rubbed my belly but made no comment. On the other end, I make it through (after a second pass without my belt) and a light and bell go off. I am a random winner. They swab my hands for god-knows-what. I wait while the machine whirls and clicks. “Ok,” they say. But wait. My bag is being searched because I have a tripod to hold my IPad. I won’t even talk about the Hertz guy. Turns out he is my client’s neighbor. “Did he graduate from high school?” I ask. “Barely.”
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 02:01:07 +0000