This is my dude right here. Kick ‘em while they’re down.
Going through the TSA airport security at San Diego airport yesterday, they made us do two-by-two line dancing in front of two fans while a dog weaved back and forth. But then came the body scanner -- you know the one where you manspread standing in a glass tube with your arms in the air like a Chippendale's dancer?
The scan showed my yellow outline with a big red square on my crotch. Which meant I got a party pat-down.
Invigorated, I'm getting my shoes on when I look back and notice that
everybody going through the scanner security line is getting a red square on their crotch. And hence everyone is being taken aside for party pat-downs.
It's a curious sympathy question about airport security people. Is there a fault with the device, and therefore the grunts on the front lines are being forced by policy to probe the groins of everybody ... from the "you look kinda hot" to "oh please don't get that thing near me"? Or was this a perv plot of employees having a little Fondle Friday excitement at the office?
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