I don't like being frisked. I don't like being pulled aside and made to feel like a member of a sleeper cell. I don't like strange, Star Trek-like scanners. Last weekend as I traveled home from Albuquerque, I experienced all three of these inconveniences when going through security. It seems that something on my hands set off their chemical weapons sensor, and so further inspection was in order. I'd heard horror stories of what happens in the "little room," and as I approached it with two (thankfully) male guards, I didn't know what to expect.
Well, it wasn't so terrible. The inspector ("frisker?") told me exactly what he was going to do (and where), and was quite respectful. I didn't have to remove any clothing (other than my belt and shoes, which I'd already removed), and it over in just a few minutes. They even explained to me that hand soap (which contains glycerin) is probably what set off the chemical sensor.
The TSA is much-maligned, but I for one thank them for their service. In the event that a terrorist does try to sneak through, there is a much better chance to stop him because of the TSA. No, I'll never enjoy being searched, but I'm glad there's scrutiny.
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