I’m going to commit to you this longish piece by Jason Harrington, “Dear America: I Saw You Naked“, from Politico. It chronicles his time as a grad student marooned as a TSA screener at O’Hare.
Of course, if you’re reading this blog, it’s likely as not you aren’t a huge TSA fan. And for all that, there are probably things in Harrington’s piece that’ll still get you mad.
But I am linking to this because it’d seem Mr. Harrington and I must have met.
Because this person:
Every now and then, a passenger would throw up two middle fingers during his or her scan, as though somehow aware of the transgressions going on.
Every time I fly.