The Stupidity of TSA procedures for passing into an airport has pushed me to the brink of asking for pat downs. When you get through check in, you feel like a criminal. Shoes off, belts off, stick your hands up, stand on the mat where the footprints are; wait for an ok from the TSA reader. This week in Richmond, I wore my belt just to see what would happen -- I had to remove it after the scanner, have the belt checked by hand, and then I was partially patted down.
Bit let's talk consistency for a moment. Again in Richmond, all passengers went through the full body, naked scanner
except flight personnel and military. I thoroughly respect the military and the sacrifices they make for us, but for TSA to have a different procedure [no boots off, no full body scanner] makes little sense to me f
rom a security standpoint.
So next trip, I'm building in enough time for a pat down.
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