TSA agents opened up on the blog Flying With Fish about what’s going through their heads while they’re juggling your junk.
Yesterday a passenger told me to keep my hands off his penis or he’d scream. Is this how a 40-year-old man in business attire acts? He’ll scream? My 3-year-old can get away with saying he’ll scream, but a 40-something businessman? I am a professional doing my job; whether I agree with this current policy or not, I am doing my job. I do not want to be here all day touching penises.
I served a tour in Afghanistan followed by a tour in Iraq. I have been hardened by war and in the past week I am slowly being broken by the constant diatribe of hateful comments being lobbed at me. While many just see a uniform with gloves feeling them for concealed items, I am a person, I am a person who has feelings. I am a person who has served this country. I am a person who wants to continue serving his country. The constant run of hateful comments while I perform my job will break me down faster and harder than anything I encountered while in combat in the Army.
I was asked by some guy if I got excited touching scrotums at the airport and if it gave me a power thrill. I felt like vomiting when he asked that. This is not a turn-on for me. For me it is in fact a huge turnoff. There is a big difference between how I pat passengers down and a molester molesting people.
It is not comfortable to come to work knowing full well that my hands will be feeling another man’s private parts, their butt, their inner thigh. Even worse is having to try and feel inside the flab rolls of obese passengers and we seem to get a lot of obese passengers.