In Oakland, Ca, I was in my civilian clothes, flying positive space, so I had to go through the painful way. I started counting how many blueshirts were just standing around while there was only one guy checking tickets. I counted with my finger pointing, and when I got to the last guy, who was standing way over in a useless corner, I reached the number 5. He noticed my pointing finger and promptly walked over and said "Excuse me, but do you have something to say?"
I said no.
He said, " If you have a problem, why don't you just come out and say it to my face!"
Lets just say that things weren't pleasant after that. The people in line behind me were shaking their heads. This guy was a thug before the TSA said come on down, and still is.