So "sniffers" at airports are now scrapped because they didn't actually sniff as well as a beagle with a head cold...so today I had to go through one of the microscanners...
When I came out, the TSA personnel informed me that thanks to the scanner, I'd be a lot safer. Then they asked for permission to pat me down. They found a piece of paper in my pocket, which they triumphantly extracted.
So, I said sweetly, if the scanner is so great why'd you have to pat me down? The piece of paper, he said. So how am I safer if the scanner can't tell the difference between a piece of paper and a rocket launcher while giving Mr. Weasel his 15 minutes of fame, I asked?
Big scowl...we take our security seriously here, he says.
Cool, I say...when can I expect to see the pics on the Internet?
-- Post From The Road