Why Seniors Should Not Fly

I hate flying. Since I retired ten years ago, I drive almost everywhere I can to avoid the airport hassles.

I had to make a cross-country trip, so I reluctantly booked my ticket, packed, and went to the airport. Having read horror stories about the TSA, I was more than a bit nervous.

I went to check my luggage, and the lady said my bag weighed too much so I had to pay an additional fee. I reached in my pocket and got my wallet out to begrudgingly pay when the clerk said: "Strip down, facing me."

Making a mental note to complain to my Congressman about Homeland Security running amok, I did just as she had instructed.

When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out that she was referring to my credit card.

TSA security was a breeze after that, although I'm sure I'm on some list.