Another sneaky picture
Then you come out, and while the next person is scanned, you’re held by the TSA bods until the person looking at your
naked body scan has determined you’re good to go. This felt like it took a long time, but it was probably about 30 seconds.
Then you pick up your stuff and you leave. Or, in our case, you get talking to a TSA man about the scans and get so creeped out by the whole thing that you have to go eat a plate of Buffalo wings to stop feeling violated.
It’s not like we found out anything we didn’t know, but as he pointed out where the person checking the scans was – and it was just in a room behind the security area – it all started feeling a bit icky, and too close for comfort. Yeah yeah, he also said that faces were obscured on the scans, but we couldn’t help thinking, really? How does the machine know how to obscure the face of someone who’s five foot, and the next who’s 6’3 and the like? It just seems like an awful lot of hassle for something that we’d never actually know whether it was being done or not.
And thinking the person checking the scans is at an undisclosed location in the airport is one thing. Knowing they’re 20 feet away is kinda another. Of course that’s where they’re going to be, but we didn’t like knowing that.
So all in all, even though everyone had been nothing but patient and respectful about the whole process, and we’re sure they didn’t really laugh at our wing-filled belly, we felt a bit grossed out by the whole shebang, and determined that the next time we came across a scanner, we’d refuse the scan. Being felt up, aka having a full body patdown, couldn’t be worse, could it?
We’ll let you know tomorrow.