I have always wondered why TSA screeners seem to target me (especially after I cuss ’em a bit). Now I realize that I have to buy new luggage to allay Official Fears. OK, maybe I could also try to stop radiating sedition. But that is practically the only redeeming fun when flying nowadays.
Admittedly, I have had some fun with TSA on this blog over the past 8 years.
((Thanks to Mick Stevens for this excellent “daily cartoon” from the New Yorker.)
Not the suspiciously unlit cigar?
The last time a TSA agent went ballistic about my cigar was at Baltimore-Washington International Airport.
And explaining to the chump with fancy epaulets that I only smoked cheap cigars – and showing him the brand’s label – FACTORY THROWOUTS – did nothing to dampen his rage.