TSA: Keep Your Shoes On, Probably

<![CDATA[There are few things that level the playing field between strangers more than standing in the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) line at the airport barefoot. It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, young or old, man or woman, black or white, gay or straight, what country you're from, where you go to church, or what you had for breakfast that morning — for those few moments, we're all in the same humble and oddly intimate situation, standing there in our socks and bare feet while some joy-deficient TSA agent shouts at us like we're incompetent and checks our footwear for bombs. ]]>