I'm not sure if it was the bulge in the Levis, or a combination of things. But, about two years ago I am at airport security in LAX with a couple of friends. I'm next in line at a lane with a female security officer. The guy in front of me had some minor problem, and she was double checking him with a "wand." As she is finishing up, I step forward, and wait at the entrance to the metal detector for her attention to be directed at me. As I am standing there, this queen of a security supervisor, standing about 3 or 4 lanes away comes running over, waving his arms, shouting "I'll do them! I'll do them!" and practically shoves the woman out of the way. Of course, I set off the metal detector. But, he doesn't use the wand-- Instead I get a VERY thorough hand "pat down" search. I get asked all sorts of vital security questions, such as "What size boots do you wear, Sir?" My friend behind me, who is rather "built" himself, gets a similar threatment, while the last guy in our party gets just sort of waved through. When we got a safe distance on the other side, we started joking "Well, Mark, I guess he didn't think you were sexy enough."
While we could have taken offense and even had basis for a legitimate complaint, it was sort of flattering to think this guy would risk his supervisor's job for a feel.