Had to use Sky Miles to fly from and back to Buenos Aires last week, which meant having to fly through Atlanta both to and from Spain. Note to self: Quit looking for cheap tickets and pay the price for direct flights to and from Europe.
Where was I? Oh, yeah . . . pat downs. I was only patted down once and then only on one side of my pant leg when a TSA drone asked, "Do you have anything in your pocket?" Stupid me. I was in such a rush to experience the "Hell of modern airport security" that I had unconsciously rammed my passport in my left pants pocket. The x-ray vision machine was over before I knew it had scanned me. Everyone was nice, smiled a lot, and obviously glad Turkey Day crowds were over.
Of course, it didn't hurt that I was in a good mood and made sure I smiled at everyone as my Constitutional Rights were crushed, tromped on, and thrown against the wall right before my very eyes. I was so "emotionally raped" that I had to head directly to the nearest Cinnabun for a clot of relaxing carbohydrates.
I'm convinced 99% of the people complaining about the current TSA procedures -- which, of course are not the same as no security in the 50's and 60's until Cubans made highjacking thinkable -- anyway, I'm certain those 99% of whiners never travel.