A true story ...
A small boy, about eight or nine years old, pointed to a TSA agent and said "Hey Dad, that man stole a police uniform. Look!"
The agent was a light-skinned person with visible tattoos showing on both forearms, a row of gold-capped teeth, and was slouching against a rail near the female bag screener - also an agent - who he'd been loudly trying to talk into meeting him after work at a club. A small line of seven or eight people watched helplessly as the female agent (who had stopped the conveyor to look thru a bag) kept interrupting her manual search to turn 180 degrees to reply to various queries from agent number one.
The folks in line kept looking at each other and rolling their eyes.
I thought they got rid of this kind of crap? What gives?
Minh