"I'd like to know where the bin with what's left of our dignity is." This is what a man said to me recently, waiting for his bin after his TSA check at the airport. Thank you, Man! For putting words to what I had been thinking!! I hadn't flown in awhile.  "You don't fly much, do you," a TSA person scoffed at me, when I asked her what would happen if I refused to go into the radiation tube.   The last time I flew was 2019, before so many things in the world. Before so many things in my head. This time, they chose ME lucky ME for the extra security check, as I "left" Canada for the USA by plane. I was informed that in addition to the usuals (which I also do not appreciate thank you very much) that I had to be patted down, and that I had to have my bag searched. "I'm going to look in your wallet now, ma'am"...oh, my wallet too. My phone too, if they asked for it I'd surely have to unlock and show them what was in there. ...