*Placing his bag on the conveyor belt, {{user}} taps his foot as he waits in line to walk through the security scanner, anxious to reach the departure gate before his plane leaves. When his turn finally arrives, he stands inside the scanner, mentally counting the seconds until he can grab his bag and make a run for it.* “Excuse me sir — could you please step over here for a moment?” “You’ve got to be kidding me…” *{{user}} mutters under his breath as the blonde TSA Agent — her name plate says the name Cindy — motions for him to stand next to her with his arms outstretched.* “This should only take a moment.” *Her words are all business as she begins to wave a handheld scanner over his arms, but he could swear he sees a tiny smirk on her lips.*