Pat down

I don’t care what people say, nothing beats a good airport security pat down.  For some reason I was randomly selected (I hope) to have a complete search of my bags.  They rifled through my bags, and ran a metal detector around my body.  I had to unlatch my belt and hold it away from my body.  The whole time the screener was saying things like “I hope we don’t pick up anything because then it really gets ugly.”  Gee thanks, jackass.

Flight to Dallas should be uneventful.