I just returned from a trip out to Idaho to attend a family funeral.

Leaving RDU, I forgot my 3x5 cards and handkerchief/bandana in my back pocket. Instant patdown of my buttockal region. Had to go to sniffer machine too. Yeah, lots of terrorists have retired military ID cards.

Coming back, in SLC I had on a sweatshirt over a regular polo shirt. The machine was "unable to see my armpits". Another hand inspection. Glad I wore deodorant that day. Oh, he also checked my watch for "hanging wires". Dick Tracy would be in trouble.

In my checked bag I had my codura notebook with SAK/Maglite/bic lighter/floss/ducttape/bandaids/pencil and pen. No problems getting it through.

I laughed a lot. And a nephew is a supervisor with the TSA and he thinks half the stuff they do is BS. I did ask him for some new knives for Christmas tho, lol.