The TSA will single you out.
I have a steel knee. Well, it may not be steel, maybe it’s titanium, I know it’s not iron – but it sure as Hell sets off metal detectors at airports. I empty my pockets. I take off jewelry, and rid my self of metal of any kind. I take off my shoes, and I’ve been told to alert TSA agents I have a knee replacement, and I do everytime. On recent flights I wore shorts, so my scar was clearly visible. Often I’m “TSA Pre checked” – that means I’m a frequent flier and they allow me to access a shorter line. But I walk through and “beep beep beep beep.” “Would you step over here sir?”
“Are your pockets empty? “It’s my knee. I told you.” “Are you wearing a belt?” “Dude – it’s my knee.”
It’s at this moment I am groped top to bottom. “May I feel inside your waistband?” “Sure, man.” “I’m going to touch your groin.” “Cool.”
Like the Airport experience could get any worse? I’m usually in a foul mood for about 30 minutes.
Maybe they’re just doin’ their job. I know this, after me, they’re patting down your grandmother and 5 year old daughter. I guess they have fake knees too.