I guess it all started with the strip search at San Francisco International Airport. The scanners going through security picked up a microbe or something on me, even though I had followed every rule including taking my shoes and belt off. Maybe it was the gum I was chewing. So, it was public rub down time by a very thorough TSA agent who really enjoyed his work.
Up and down the arms. Underneath the collar. Up to the sensitive areas and down…And up and down. One, two, six and the gloves were off and going through the chemical sensor machine thing to see if I have trace elements of terrorist on me. And apparently I did. Alarms were sounding and my TSA buddy was suddenly looking weird and trying to find a supervisor.
