My Sister Writes A Guest Blog
So, I'm at the airport, waiting for my fourth 'opt out' of the week. For those of you who may not be familiar with the term, this is what TSA calls it when you refuse the radiation scan they now prefer to the metal detector. Or, your other choice is the Opt Out where you are physically searched and examined by a gloved pair of hands. After the search, the gloves are wiped with a piece of cotton and submitted to a computer which tests the cotton for nitro-glycerin. Now most people aren't comfortable with the thought of being touched. Or, (I suspect) they submit to the scan to avoid additional hassle, or perhaps (chillingly enough) from blind obedience to authority, or misplaced trust in technology and/or government. Me? I say, go for broke. Grope away. Years ago I was set to join the Peace Corps. I'd jumped through all the hoops, undergone medical testing etc. and was awaiting news of my posting. It came and I was sch...