It was just one of those surreal moments, you know?
“I’m going to use the backside of my hands on certain parts of your body,” said the amiable yet thorough airport security officer as he ran his hands over my body, checking for who knows what. As I looked around, I noticed that not only had I been selected for a secondary screening at Orlando International Airport, but so had everyone else in my group.
As if our situation couldn’t be any more improbable, some of us — TSA would not disclose who — tested positive for traces of explosives.
How the hell did that happen?
As random as the whole procedure was, everyone there was extremely nice, and they did everything they could to make the experience tolerable. The TSA should not get such a bad rap, they’re just doing their job to make everyone safer.
At least I didn’t get a cavity search.