As I reached the security checkpoint, I was having a hard time finding my drivers license in my wallet. Stepping up to the counter, I smiled and chuckled to the agent behind the desk, "It shouldn't be this hard to find - it's not like there's any money blocking my access!" No response, not even a smile or acknowledgment that I was there other than a hand held out to collect my boarding pass and ID. I found it, he checked it and then I was simply pointed to the next stop in the cattle run that is airport security. After nearly stripping to my skivvies at the metal detector, I was led through one of those newfangled body scanners. Trying to lighten the mood a bit, I made a comment to the agent somewhere along the lines of "I hope the person on the other end likes what they see!" That comment got me escorted off to the side where I was subjected to a rather rigorous and almost date-worthy groping/Henry Johnston, Moscow-Pullman Daily News. More here.

Question: Did you find airport personnel friendly/unfriendly last time that you flew?

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