Huh. That's weird. Because every time. Every.Single.Time. I've asked a blue-shirted screener why he's fondling my balls, he calls over his supervisor and tells him that I'm being "uncooperative" or that I "have something to hide". Obviously. Look, TSAemployee, I sympathize, I really do. But the day you stop rubbing your grubby paws on my balls, and then calling your supervisor over to watch after I've pointed it out, I'll believe that management is the problem. From where I'm standing spread eagle with my arms in the air like a criminal getting a rubdown with your hands in my pants, you're the problem. Oh, and welcome to TUG.