I was astounded on a recent trip at the sheer quantity of TSA agents in airports. I was also baffled by the differences in their modes of operation. I wound up in a shouting match with a supervisor in Anchorage because he would not allow me to place a piece of fine felt under my Mac Powerbook when placing it in the bin. No other gateway seemed to have a problem with it. This pr*ck, "Robert", went punitive on me after I took his name and badge number and made sure he went through every item I had -- slowly. I'm shut of them. Another band of very red tape on the taxpayer's back. And for what? I can file the edge of any CD down to a razor sharp edge and cut throats at will with it. Do you think this band of Barneys would ever detect it?
Not a chance.