I flew out of ONT yesterday. They only had one line and it was either go through the metal detector or Rapescanner. They were pulling people from the metal detector line over to the scanner line.

It was so, so slow. It took ten minutes for me to get through to the metal detector. I got through before my bag passed through the x-ray. I think they were training someone? I've seen molasses in winter move faster. When I got my stuff ... I was smack in front of the clerk who asked me out last year. He licked his lips, started looking down my shirt as I leaned over to grab my shoes and said, "Hey." I about threw up. I flashed a smile (because I do not want a secondary, not after surviving the gauntlet of Death Box with a side of cancer and sexual battery) and put my shoes on as fast as possible. At least he didn't see me BEFORE I picked my line. The anxiety of trying to get through security unmolested (no pun intended) made it feel like an out-of-body experience. I felt like I was floating above myself the whole time.

I managed to Self-Select the hell away from the Death Box, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get lucky again, since they were making everyone take EVERYTHING out of their pockets and place them into their bags before picking left (safe) and right (Death Box). The clerks were pretty cagey about it too ("New machine, new procedure") with no verbal reminder that you could opt-out. In fact, downstairs the writing on the sign explaining the new Death Box/Fourth Amendment violation was at least TEN POINT font stating that a passenger could opt out of the Death Box.

On a side note, they had a canine team up and running. Perhaps it was the dog's break, because the officer let a kid come up and pet the dog. It was kind of weird for little, bitty Ontario.

I really hate my government right now; I don't trust them at all.