So, my family and I just returned from our first flying vacation in two years. It was a much needed break from this frozen hunk of rock up here, and my kids were not molested at the airport, which was my primary objective. But I found the checkpoint experience harrowing enough not to want to do it again, ever. Next trip is by ferry or through Canada, until they totally ruin those, too. Then perhaps we go ahead and expatriate. Ironically, it was scanner-free TUS where we got hassled. I was on guard and successfully took control of the situation when my 5 year old son tripped the random alarm on the metal detector. The Uriah Heep-looking guy at the WTMD told him to "stand right there" by the baggage x-ray, no explanation as to what was going on, but stopped being all cryptic once I demanded to know what was happening. They took my son's backpack, swabbed the handle, and that was fine. But then things got all complicated. They wanted to run my bag through again, and then take it for a bag check. I turned to see if my husband was coming with us, and he was in the process of getting frisked by Uriah Heep for no apparent reason. Maybe he took the random grope that my son alarmed, and I was immune because I was carrying a baby? Or maybe it's because he has a nice bushy beard and that makes him a domestic terrorist. Which he is, in fact, bought me a gun for Christmas, and donates to Ron Paul and everything. He said it all happened so fast and he was trying to keep his eye on us so he didn't ask why he got frisked. But anyway, there I was, holding a baby, keeping an eye on a five year old, freaked out that my husband was getting frisked, and a guy was going though my bag. The guy was young, cute, friendly, and polite. And, I think, newer to the job. He was perplexed by the lock on my backpack, and then seemed uncomfortable when I stared daggers at him while he took my stuff out. Apparently there was something "dense" in my bag the x-ray girl couldn't deal with. He suggested it was probably the baby wipes (seriously, baby wipes?), but then asked about another couple things -- Flip camera, is this dense? Purse, is this dense? I was like, dude, I don't know. Your job to know about density, not mine. But then, he laid out my suspicious dense belongings in a bin, including my purse, in which I had tucked away my expensive jewelry, and took the tub of exposed things and my backpack back to the baggage x-ray to run through again. This was the part that bothered me. Dude was timid and friendly enough that I think I could have made a case out of him walking off with my stuff all out of my backpack like that, but my attention was spread too thin at that point -- baby, five year old, husband off taking the grope, and then separated from my belongings to a point where I couldn't keep them in view, even when I tried. He came back after a while, everything was fine, and I was pretty snappy with a "no" when he asked if he should pack up my stuff for me. Then I made a point of checking my purse to make sure nothing was missing. I'm good at judging people, and this guy was not a thief. He has all my best wishes in a job search once he realizes he's too good for that job. But the principle of it bothered me. All this stuff I had locked up, and for good reason, and he spread it all out in a bin and took off with it. So there's my question -- spreading someone's stuff from their bag all out in a bin and walking off with it to go through the x-ray, is this normal? Or was this guy kind of dopey about how to proceed?