The Terrible Trouble With TSA
What are you carrying in your filthy pockets?
I love traveling. I adore meeting new people. I enjoy getting lost in new places. It is my favorite thing to adventure off the beaten tourist path. One might say I like journeying too much, but then that “one” is my husband.
Every trip starts with a basic plan — travel this way, stay here, spontaneously go somewhere else when I get there. On rare occasions, my trips entirely consisted of driving or busing. Flights are more direct and cost-effective.
The lead up to my flight looks like this: I write out a list of things to pack before my brainmeats go on vacation. My mind goes braindead about three days in advance. I pack my clothes the day before. I usually travel early (by car, bus, or train), and I have to wait at the airport. And, of course, that means going through security.
TSA fascinates me. I remember flying pre-9/11, pre-90s, when people could still smoke on flights. TSA has gotten a lot busier since. As a whole, they appear to be a humorless bunch, but sometimes there is raw comedic talent mixed in with the grim reapers of travel. Their biting sarcasm cuts through the impatient crowds like a knife.
“Empty your bags of electronics, food, and bag of liquids on the conveyor. If you are confused about what those…
