Detroit Free Press: Ellen Creager: Chatty TSA agents look for liars, but all they find is misunderstanding One reader's story started on a Hawaiian vacation. The vacation went great, but when she got back to Detroit, her condo had been robbed -- thieves had figured out she wasn't home and ransacked the place. Ever since that day, "I don't tell anyone where I'm going," she says. She keeps the house looking occupied, keeps her mail coming, keeps the lights on -- and if you think she's going to tell a security agent at the airport her travel plans, you can think again. Since she got robbed, "I have a great sense of paranoia," she says. "I'm not sharing that information with some minimum-wage person and his friends."Another reader won't share her story with TSA agents again because she'll cry. That's what happened to her this summer at Metro Airport. "In late July, I was traveling to Seattle to see my 91-year-old father, knowing that it would be the last time I'd see him alive," she says. "When I got to the TSA examiner, she asked me the purpose of my trip. I burst into tears and told her that my father was dying. After I finally was able to get the words out to answer her question, she asked me when I would be returning to Detroit. I was dumbfounded. ... The examiner seemed uncomfortable ... but she might have been required to continue her line of questions. I cried all the way through security, feeling mortified and somewhat invaded. If it happens again, I will just say 'personal business.' "