As I sit here in another airport waiting area, I again realize the futility of airport security.
The entire TSA was probably created to give people jobs and create a semblance of security.
This time, I got into the line at LAX – United that had the scary body scanner.
I stood in two blue rectangles and placed my hands above my head, not unlike a prisoner, about to be shackled and tortured. In defiance, I stuck my tongue out during this process.
After I got through, thinking I was in the clear, the TSA dude tells me that he has to pat me down anyway. WTF. Sigh.
And then he “handles” me.
I feel so secure right now. Ugh.