In 2008, while I was on my way home from the GALA Chorus Festival when I was stopped at the gate at Miami International Import. A nice young man in uniform informed me that I had been “randomly selected” for a body scan. I had the right to refuse, but if I did I would then be subjected to a pat-down. We all know the drill by now, and back then the pat-downs probably weren’t that invasive.
I told him I had no problem with the scan, and he instructed me to remove my belt and anything else metallic I was carrying, and step into the scanner. He had me put my arms up, then turn sideways and do it again. Then I stepped out the other side. “Thank you, sir. Have a nice day.”
I thanked him for keeping us safe in the skies, and was on my way to catch my flight. So what if someone in a control room saw a fuzzy, shadowy picture of me naked. I hope he (or she) enjoyed the view.
I don’t see the problem with the scanners, though they could conceivably invent a technology that will scan the body and identify any chemicals concealed on it without actually imaging the body. Such a scanner probably will be invented in the next couple of years. Until then, just take the damned scan and don’t hold up all the people in line behind you.
I think the reason these guys are so up at arms about the scans and patdowns is that they think the TSA screeners are going to discover what small penises they have.
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