The latest TSA pat-down fiasco,

reminds me of a story. MANY years ago, when we first moved to Colorado, pre-children, Carol, being the excellent athlete she is, was invited to play on a women's softball team. Ron's Rogue's were well sponsored with all their fees paid and had really nice red and gray uniforms. And they were good. We didn't realize why, at first, but after a while it became obvious that Tammie and Carol were about the only 'straight' girls on the team. One of the better players, we'll call her Terri M, cuz that's her name, could hit, run and throw sorta like a guy. Over the years I got to know and like her, cuz, 'not that there's anything wrong with it'. Fast forward many years, and we were in Central City/Blackhawk at the casinos one night, and who walks through, dressed like a biker guy, stoned on her ass, with a cute little chick in tow? Terri M, who hadn't changed all that much. A few years later, (last year), Carol and I were going through DIA, catching a flight to Mexico, and, as always, it seems, Carol gets pulled out of line for a pat-down, and guess who the screener is? You got it. There's Terri in her TSA uni, and as soon as she sees the 'don't you dare touch me look' on Carol's face, (which I am way too familiar with) she waves her on, with no hint of recognition. Just a thought for all you lady travelers out there, as you get groped next time you travel. There are screeners out there, getting paid to live out their fantasies, just like Terri M.