Well, there was the inspector who searched a protester’s bag, found an anti-Bush sign, and left her a note about how he didn’t appreciate it. So I imagine it goes on. I’m sure officially, they’re not supposed to, but c’mon, the job is basically sanctioned diary reading to begin with.
And to top it all off, his pants are falling down.
I can just see Thanksgiving at the Socha home from now on:
“Mashed potatoes, David? Sure, here you… whoops! They handed a bomb threat to the baggage handlers on the way over and had to be re-routed to your sister, instead. Better luck next year.”
“Who wants turkey? Ok now, who wants turkey and didn’t ruin the trip to Hawaii for everyone? Here ya go.”