Today, after stripping down to my tee shirt (yes, that oxford button down with the pony logo on it had to come off), and falling down jeans, I assumed the x-ray position, did my pirouette and stepped forward. To be patted down. The TSA employee, who American Airlines pays, was quite proud he found my potential weapon, a wad of Kleenex. Apparently it made a dangerous bulge in my pants that he was interested in.
Then I realized why. The gaggle of Muslim women behind me were making a deal of their religious need to wear full length coats. No one wants to mess with bitching women with a religious chip on their shoulder. Better to do the "random" selection before they arrive.
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