It was my turn to live the nightmare firsthand.
Yesterday I flew back to my native Minnesota for the holidays. Going through airport security I was paranoid to the point of profusely sweating.
All I could think was:
"Oh no! Here it comes. Here comes the groping. I'm going to get groped. I'm going to get the aggressive pat down -- the slow hand sliding up and down my inner-thigh, leading to my "junk" being grabbed. Here it comes!"
Then it didn't happen. All I could think was, "What!? Am I not pretty enough for you?"
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