Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving!

We here at the Caduceuscloud (though there’s only two of us) would like to wish you, our dear reader (literally, we only have one reader), the happiest of Thanksgivings. As we count our many blessings during this special time of year, I feel that it’s important that I reflect on what is perhaps the most important blessing of all. . . that I am not a TSA agent.

As physicians, we have an understanding of an issue that those poor young souls manning our airport security lines are just about to discover. While most Americans look at our own bodies the same way we might see the average starlet on TMZ, we in the medical field understand that the human body can be a very stinky, sweaty, sticky and overall gross place to be doing business. For us, it’s our chosen work, we have years of training to prepare, and we do it without complaint.
However, for the average high school degree wielding TSA screener, I’m not sure that’s the case.

And it gets worse . . . because while few among us actually treat our bodies like a temple, many in line for the pat down line will come down with a sudden case of “don’t touch my junk-itude” as if they routinely have better offers to have their ‘junk’ touched. The reality of the situation is that the pat down is probably the most fun we’ll have all year. So this year, pity your poor TSA screener. And remember, as bad as it must be for you, there’s a good chance it’s even worse for them.