It’s funny when you find TSA agents that are trying to be nonchalant about the crap that they do – and they really don’t like to be called on it.
I was in San Antonio over the weekend, and got to the airport early. I didn’t have any issues, per se, but it was funny that the TSA agents were tripping all over themselves to find a reason to stop and question me. Why? Because I have tattoos.
Texas seems to be pretty conservative, and I’d gotten a couple of stares when I was in town. But about half a dozen TSA agents tried to circle me, all NOT looking at me, while checking out my tattoos. My legs are covered in them. They even tried to confer to see if they could do anything, based on the quiet talking and pointing that they were doing.
Hey, TSA. GET A LIFE!