[manc]

Left Jacksonville with a small tube of toothpaste, with then my 8 year old son.
No problem getting there.
On way back a woman from the TSA saw I was with my son, and said I had to go through a new machine which looks for bombs or explosives.
It was one of those areas where you walk in and it sort of sucks the air out, but also does like an xray.
I told the woman I was with my son and she could make sure he doe snot wander off. She never watched him.
I went through the machine, and the woman and another woman were whispering and smiling.
I left the area where I was being checked to which one of the women said they now had to pat me down, in the meantime my son was being lost in the crowd.
I shouted my son , and thankfully he came up to me, but you can bet that woman had a good few gropes.

Still don't know what that area which sucks the air out or something like that is called, but heard it was like an x ray machine. If anyone knows then please let me know.

[manc]

and the women said I should never have left Jacksonville with the toothpaste and took it off me.

One hand doesn’t know what the other hand is doing it seems.

[Red Badger]

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puffer_machine

[bgill]

I was a chaperone with a kids group and we’d chartered our own plane. We had to do the whole TSA search and grope and they made sure we sat in the seats they assigned us. Sure, like we were going to blow up our kids on the way to Disney. They pulled Mr. b aside for an extra special pat down both going and coming. Probably due to him letting everyone go ahead so he could make sure the TSA minded their p’s and q’s. What the heck, couldn’t sit with our kids but HAD to sit where they told us. It was our bleepin’ plane. No one else but our group was on it besides the crew.

If I never fly again, it’ll be too soon. I’d rather drive for three days than ever board another plane.