by Chris Campbell
Laissez Faire Books
Reporting from an undisclosed location in the USSA…
“Hi, I’m going to opt out,” I told the TSA agent standing in front of the human microwave.
I’ve become used to saying those five words over the past two years. I’ve also gotten used to the strange looks I receive.
I, the black sheep, get to watch from the sidelines as people pile, unquestioningly, into a large body scanning device, hold up their arms and get blasted with radiation.
(And, hmmm, I’m the weird one?)
“Are you saying you want the pat-down?” the TSA agent asked me.