By Chris Barnett
December 1, 2010 -- It was a dark and stormy early morning in San Francisco three days before Thanksgiving. I was hurtling toward San Francisco International at 5:30 a.m., visions of a full-body screening and an intrusive pat-down dancing in my head. If I was "lucky," I could sample the Transportation Security Agency's newest brainstorm and get a first-hand look at what the considerable media ruckus was all about.

The media hype shifted my imagination into overdrive. I had images of confused or cantankerous travelers standing single file to go into a private pat-down room, holding their clothes and protecting their "junk." I imagined battalions of TSA soldiers, ah, agents, in glossy new uniforms and knee-high boots, walking up and down the lines, listening for dissenters mumbling and grumbling underneath their breath.

But things were going too well. I navigated a tricky ramp to an off-airport parking lot--$12 a day with an AAA card plus gratis newspapers, coffee, fruit and artery-clogging donuts. Inside SFO, Southwest Airlines' check-in lines were long, but moving quickly. Janelle, a personable Southwest agent, tagged my garment bag through to Milwaukee, scoured her computer for my Rapid Rewards number and updated my account. To my $400 roundtrip on the SFO-Phoenix-Milwaukee run, I added a $20 roundtrip fee for an "A" boarding card. Elapsed time: seven minutes.

With my garment bag checked at no extra charge, I headed for security. I saw long lines extending all the way back to the terminal entrance. It looked like chaos up ahead. Was this a Thanksgiving week phenomenon or the fallout of the TSA's tighter security polices?

But the lines moved surprisingly quickly, suggesting some degree of order up front near the metal detectors. As I moved closer to the front, I was expecting an indignant scream from a passenger in mid-pat-down--or at least a loud complaint. No dice. All was quiet.

Rats. Here are the Feds clamping down on airport security, igniting a firestorm of publicity, and I may actually sail through the screening. There goes my column.

My carry-on survived the magnetometers and this SFO terminal didn't have the new full-body image scanners. I walked through the old-style metal detectors. In fact, not only did I pass the government's newest anti-terrorist muster, I didn't see another passenger subjected to the tougher pat-down policies. I watched for six or seven minutes until a screener motioned me out of the way and pointed toward a bench where I could put on my shoes.

For a fleeting moment, I thought about kicking up a fuss to see if that might earn me a clash with the TSA's "heightened security measures." But why chance something worse? As readers of this column may recall, I once stupidly agreed to carry a small, locked suitcase for a fellow traveler. The security agents in Brussels came down on me when I couldn't tell them what was inside nor could I produce a key. For a year hence, every time I flew, I was singled out for special searches and questioning.

The first leg of my journey was uneventful and I arrived on-time at Phoenix Sky Harbor International. I had 90 minutes between flights and had arranged to meet a friend for coffee. That required me to leave the sterile area. To get to my Phoenix-Milwaukee flight, I was required to go through the TSA gauntlet again. But, amazingly, at high noon, there were no lines, no full-body imagers and maybe 25 screeners. I breezed through the security checkpoint.

Indeed, a TSA agent, a former military officer who did not want to reveal his name, claimed that Sky Harbor didn't have any of the full-body imagers yet. "The high-volume, major city airports--LAX, JFK, Atlanta and probably Washington/Dulles--got the first shipments," he concluded. (According to the TSA Web site, Phoenix now has some full-body machines.)

Sky Harbor does have a private pat-down room that looks like a small shed. It's adjacent to a cluster of desks manned by TSA supervisors, but I didn't see anyone, passenger or screener, going in or out.

Just for this column, I tried to engage a security agent about the TSA's random-selection policy for pat-downs. Was it profile-, numerical- or database-driven? Is there a special algorithm? My curiosity immediately iced our conversation. I learned nothing.

While I never did "sample" the TSA's new hands-on pat-down, I did finally experience the full-body scanner on my return trip that began at Milwaukee's General Mitchell International Airport. The full-body devices had replaced all of the old metal detectors at the checkpoint I used. The process is fairly simple: You step into a glass tube and put your shoes on the footprints on the floor, The tube turns 45 degrees and, bingo, you're in Uncle Sam's electronic scrapbook, perhaps forever.

I didn't time the process, although some travelers insist the new scanners take longer than the old metal detectors. And it didn't occur to me until days later that I had lost visual contact with my carry-on bags while I was in the full-body imager. Still, from what I can tell, the new TSA scanners are a minor inconvenience compared with the search-and-seizure tactics of the U.S. Customs Department.

(As any smuggler or drug mule will attest, Customs searches are far more intrusive and invasive than TSA searches.) And while I haven't seen the images produced by the new full-body scanners, they pale in comparison to photos displayed by Customs agents, which show drugs and other contraband taped to--or inserted in--naked bodies.)

In fact, to me, all the press and cable-TV talking-head rabble-rousing about the TSA clampdown is much ado about nothing. The chances of you getting hauled to the windowless room for a pat-down are pretty slim--unless you wise-off to the men and women in blue or you are exceptionally modest and would rather not risk a rubdown in public.

ABOUT CHRIS BARNETT Chris Barnett writes about business-travel tactics and strategies that save time and money and help minimize hassles. He is based in San Francisco and has written for a wide variety of major newspapers and national magazines. Barnett on Business Travel is syndicated by Creators Syndicate.

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