My TSA Horror Story suggests imitating Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally":
Since most Americans seem to be uncomfortable with gay people “up close and personal” I welcomed the pat down. I moaned with the neck & shoulder stroking and wiggled (in what I hope was a delicious fashion - it’s hard to fake gay I’ve found) and asked if I should drop my pants or just open them so they could look…never got to the 2nd point of “resistance” - I could have one testicle and been carrying loaded bananas in my pants as far as that agent knows.
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