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Tantriqu -> RE: Commando Week: An Immodest Proposal (11/7/2010 1:49:45 PM)
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Christ, I hate screeners with a white-hot glowing rage. They only require a grade-8 education, and boy, howdy, does it show.
I have no problem with customs officials or cops, you know, people with real training, experience and education, but the power-tripping empathy-free English-as-a-third-language screeners need a sizeable boot and/or strap-on up their tight arses. Get some customs people with some experience and people-skills to screen, not these wastrels who can be bribed to let a criminal through for a blowjob or a bottle of Jack Daniels.
I remember the face of every screening prick who ran their gloved fingers through my hair, snapped my bra straps, stroked my belly, and opened and touched my fucking chicken/roasted pepper/chipotle sandwich then wondered why I didn't want it back after they'd massaged it and transferred all the germs on their blue-gloved hands onto my lovely home-made lunch.
Far from wanting to 'moan erotically', it takes every ounce of dommely reserve to not clock them: I now understand air-rage because a couple of times I've been THIS close. According to Penn of Penn and Teller, real cops hate these guys even more than I do, so the next time I'm assaulted, I'll remember to call 'Police'!
Whew.
I feel better now.
So next time, I'll ask for a male screener, THEN I'll moan erotically.
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