I actually hate the liquids foolishness more than I hate backscatter x rays. I need product in my hair in order not to resemble Einstein. Every time I try to squirt the leave in conditioner into a travel sized bottle and get goop all over myself and the sink I think negative thoughts about Janet Napolitano.
But what I really hate is the new pat down. I'm still shaken from the one I got several weeks back. She touched my ankle, while I was asking her not to.
The general groping is an annoyance, but I'm not a particularly delicate flower of nature and since everyone is getting the same treatment I would feel a little silly getting too worked up.
However, no one touches my ankle.
And this woman did, grasping it and sending an electrical charge up my leg that I still feel the ghost of today. I've had four surgeries. The last one was to fuse the damn thing. It's filled with screws. Ten of them, I think.
Did I tell you I don't touch my ankle. except very, very carefully.
When you have had one incision site opened and closed multiple times, I suppose it shouldn't be surprizing that it is manifestly unzipperlike. I'm not sure what the medpros call it, but it took 8 years after my last surgery for me to be able to wear shoes with backs on them.
This woman was affronted that I told her not to touch my ankle. Instead of stopping and asking, she just ignored and grabbed. I didn't even have a sock on. I would have pulled up my pant leg. Just thinking about it makes my heart rate accelerate.
If it was anything but security theatre, I don't think I would mind so much. But it's a pointless exercise. Like the hair products. They never make my hair look like those hair models in the commercials. I just feel like I've done my part to save the world from flyaway hair.