“YOU WANT TO OPT OUT?” asked the TSA agent without looking up.
“Yes, I want to opt out,” I replied, quickly adopting her language. I liked the way she put it.
“Okaay,” she said absently but loudly, “please remove your items, place them on the floor there, and sit in that chair.”
I was going through security at San Diego International Airport and had asked the agent if I had to enter the big X-ray bubble thing. You step inside, a sliding portal seals you in, and you are forced to stand, arms and legs out, to be scanned by some unseen electromagnetic magic.
