When Susan Verbeeck attended a rally for Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney with her two daughters and a friend at the Virginia State Fairgrounds in Doswell, Va., earlier this month, she didn't expect to be greeted by TSA agents.
After a preposterously positive TSA screening experience before my flight from Hilo, Hawaii, to Maui last week, I get it. I know why the agency assigned to protect America's transportation systems has a few fans -- and an apologist or two.
Whether you are fortunate to have the world's largest recorded penis or need to enhance your manhood with a pump, you can probably agree that the airport screening process has to respect your dignity and privacy.
I'm not 15 minutes out my front door, not yet across the Triborough Bridge, and already I miss New York. Suddenly I'm nostalgic for the abuse: high demands, low pay, expensive cocktails and the most honest honesty you'll ever know.