Even though I left the TSA five years ago, my phone has been ringing off the hook the last several weeks.
“Why are we frisking little kids and grandparents?”
“Why don’t we profile?”
“Why can’t I be patted by a screener of the opposite sex?”
“Were they this dumb when you were there?”
While I’m not sure that last one is a compliment (and, yes, TSA is getting smarter every year), my answers to the first two are as follows: