tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7221488092124233984.post2888080817795311302..comments2024-01-18T20:19:31.971-05:00Comments on Permanent Press: Confessions from a TSA AgentBryan Caskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235927600483403854noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7221488092124233984.post-73100852194757543082014-01-31T17:30:36.367-05:002014-01-31T17:30:36.367-05:00I read that and I'm not surprised by any of it...I read that and I'm not surprised by any of it even though my experiences with TSA are 7 years old. It's been that long since I've flown anywhere and I do not plan on flying again until I can afford my own jet.<br /><br />My problem with TSA was always over cigarette lighters/and or matches. Yeah, I'm bad. I smoke. Some airports allowed them, some didn't and it was always a guessing game. The thing I learned was to put at least three in my carry-on. They seemed so thrilled to be able to confiscate one or two from me that they almost invariably overlooked the third. <br /><br />The one time I figured I'd get busted for sure was when I had three fist-sized rocks in my carry-on. (Rocks are my souvenirs from places I visit. I like rocks.) Not a peep from anybody in 3 different TSA checks. Yet, I had multiples of the original weapon. Donna B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16771075314473811594noreply@blogger.com