One of my favorite stories came from one of the linked articles that he wrote while still on the job. http://takingsenseaway.wordpress.com/2012/11/12/confessio

One of my favorite stories came from one of the linked articles that he wrote while still on the job. http://takingsenseaway.wordpress.com/2012/11/12/confession-x-the-things-they-ran-through-the-xray/ http://takingsenseaway.wordpress.com/2012/11/12/confession-x... I recall one time I did a bag check on a man from Detroit, once the auto-making capital of the world. Having been informed by the x-ray operator that there was a bottle of water in the bag, I pulled it out and quickly sensed that something was slightly off. Then, I realized what it was: there was an enormous dildo rubber-banded to it. I then had an epiphany, spreading over me like a sunrise, beautiful and exhilarating: he wanted me to have to deal with the dildo. He did it on purpose. In rubber-banding that dildo to the water bottle he knew we would target, he seemed to say: “Yes, I have a dildo, federal officer. Even after the horrors of 9/11, I am still alive; full of vitality, love, sex and, later tonight, that large dildo rubber-banded to the water you are about to confiscate from me. That bottle of water, bought with hard-earned American dollars to relinquish my bodily fluids, so as to make me strong and keep the wheels of commerce of this great nation turning. In taking my water, I want you, federal officer, to know that the terrorists have won, and that you are complicit. I want you to see my dildo. To hold it in your hand; to know that I, as well as my fellow passengers and countrymen, are strong and resilient. That we, the people of this great nation, can, and will, snap back, like that rubber band.”