On a recent trip through Sky Harbor's Terminal 2, the TSA boy in blue wanted me to wait and then stand where I couldn't see my bags as they went through the x-ray machine and on out. This was before I had even opted out.

So we argued, and he called his supervisor, and his supervisor basically told him he was an idiot, and then I opted out.

The three-striper was as professional as you can be while pressing your hands against another man's crotch and buttocks, while the original TSA fellow and his friends all gave me the stink-eye the whole time.