I don’t fly much, the last time being in 2005, but if there is anything that might keep my streak of staying on the ground alive, it’s the invasive TSA patdown/molestation festival. It’s bad enough that they x-ray your shit and know what you are carrying with you, but for some employee to grab my balls in the name of safety… I’m not sure how necessary that is.

However, if you’re traveling with a friend, I highly recommend that you put some…items in his luggage, if only to see how the TSA agent responds.