Dear Linda (TSA Agent at Dallas Love Field),

Thank you for one of the funniest and best encounters I have ever had with TSA. Today after I successfully made it through the metal detector without setting it off, you pulled me to the side with your blue gloves on and loudly asked me, “May I touch your butt?” As you can imagine I was taken back for a second as I wasn’t pulled for additional screening, but when you leaned in and whispered to me, “just trust me,” I was now eager to see where this was going. You swiftly ripped the very large sticker off of my new jeans, which I am still confused how I missed. As soon as you performed this act of magic, you looked at me and said, “I got you honey.”

I know my airport travel posts are usually full of sarcasm, but this one is genuine. Thanks Linda for providing a moment of joy in a touchpoint that is normally stressful and filled with negativity.

Sincerely,

Embarrassed and Grateful