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We have had nothing but inconvenience and trouble with those who are at the screening stations. They bait passengers, they are rude, have the educational equivalent of a third grader, the emotional maturity of a third grade boy who thinks fart jokes are funny AND if that weren't enough, they're BORED.

Everyone hit the federal government hard over the Christmas Underwear Bomber, but unless or until they decide to hire educated individuals who are capable of profiling, we're going to continue to see slip-ups, slap-stick and unhappy customers. Most of the screeners have the personality of a box of rocks and an attitude to boot. We just keep our heads down and try to avoid any interaction WHATSOEVER. Don't engage them, don't request assistance or understanding of certain things (my poor cousin had a radical mastectomy and carried an extra set of prostheses in her carry on. I'll be damned if the screener didn't take them out and in a voice that can only be compared to Butterfly McQueen's in "Gone with the Wind," asked the world at large, "What are these and held them up for all to see." Rather than crawl under a rock, my dear cousin quietly explained and the woman was still not satisfied, she called over a superintendent to see if "this jelly stuff" was allowed on the plane. My cousin is 70 years old, 5'1", blond, blue-eyed and remarkably resilient as well as far too well bred to make a further scene. True story.