People who work for the TSA, how do you live with yourselves?
Lots of alcohol to drown the memories of "copping feels" on 85 year old widows.
Neverrrrr say "nice fucking pony tail" to one as he is hassling you either, they scream for police & handcuff you real quick. They can't handle their own reality!
My fiancé works for TSA...
Nothing
I’m pretty sure it’s those sweet blue uniforms that make up for the awfulness.