PJ Vogt

Okay.

Like, I don't even know, by the way, when I ask that question, whether I'm asking a question about size, material, shape, but just like, as far as you can tell, like, you just look like, if we were walking together through a naked spa or sauna, no one would look twice at you.

You're just a guy.

Well, thanks a lot.

Nobody would be like, oh my God, let's pat that guy down.

It would just be like, nothing to see here.

Everything normal.

Travis did not have theories about what was going on here.

He said when he'd asked the TSA agents, they didn't have much to offer him.

Some arbitrary suggestions, he could make sure to not hitch up his pants, he could try looser or tighter clothing, none of which worked.

All roads led to Patdown.

When I hung up with Travis, I was uncertain about what to do next.

I knew the TSA wasn't gonna answer my questions about this.

They're tight-lipped, honestly, for good reason.

They were not going to troubleshoot this one user's extremely particular anomaly.

The problem just seemed, I don't wanna say too small, but certainly too niche.

It seemed too niche.

Except a week later, July 12th, a new email arrived on my phone.

And this email stopped me in my tracks.

Can you just read me the email that you sent?