
Traveling by air reminds one about the absurdities encountered in "airport security." I took my Ma to the airport when she was leaving for Philadelphia. She's got an artificial hip, and so carries with her an ID card that's supposed to let the TSA people know before she goes through the machine that it's there. What the card really is, however, is a one-way ticket to the secondary pat down. After they put her through the ringer, I asked her, "Do they do that every time?" "Every time," she replied.
My flight was later that day, also out of tiny little San Luis Obispo airport. I noticed there was an older fella going through secondary. Sure enough, the wand was beeping every time it passed over his hip replacement. Later, in the Philly airport on the way home, Ma got sent over to secondary again, where she had to wait until they finished patting down and wanding an older guy who had, you guessed it...a hip replacement. "Every time." This process is, I presume, supposed to help prevent terrorism.

