Fat middle-aged man undergoes the TSA grope in a kilt while going "commando":

The enhanced patdown is very much like a consensual rape. The screener asks before touching each body part with the back of his hand. "I'm going to put my hand between your beltline and belly, is that okay?" Obviously, the only correct answer here was yes. I could have said no, but that meant that I'd be hitch hiking to Chicago…if I wasn't arrested and charged with a fine. So Officer Gill starts with my backside, then chest and belly. After that, I stretched my arms out, and we finished the upper body. He then took a courageous breath and steeled his reserve, asking me to step forward with my left foot. This was it...

Gen X'ers, remember the old commercials for Milton Bradley's Operation game? In the game, players take turns using metal tongs to remove plastic pieces from an electrified board with the shape of a man on it. If the tongs touch metal surrounding the piece's cutout, the board makes a loud buzzing noise and the patient's nose glows with a red light. "Don't touch the sides!" warns one of the kids in the commercial. That's the enhanced patdown, essentially.

With blue latex gloves on, the backside of Gill's hand caressed my ankles and calf. The hand moved up my knee and vanished along my inner thigh, under the kilt...

Buddafingahs!

Had I a light bulb for a nose, it would have glowed. I almost thought about even making a buzzing noise, but since I had the attention of several TSA officers, plus the one waiting to rifle my rollerboard, I stifled my smirk. I'd officially been felt up by Uncle Sam...

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