PJ Vogt

Travis will decline.

Instead, they're in front of everybody, every time.

He'll go through the brief, somewhat embarrassing ritual.

So, they say, like, I'm going to rub the backs of my hands across your crotch.

And then they say, like, I'm going to rub it across your buttocks.

That's what they do with the backs of the hands.

And then they're like, okay, good to go.

Got it.

So, it's like they're trying to establish, it sounds like, I'm guessing that they're not groping you.

So, it's the back of their hand, not the front of their hand.

And they're checking to make sure that there's not, like,

a piece of metal or something there.

That's my assumption.

I think it's like the machine thinks that I could be smuggling something there or like have contraband in my underwear.

And so just the back of the hand rub kind of ascertains that there's nothing to see here.

And...

My curiosity and my discomfort are like battling each other right now.

Same.

My desire to share my story is in tension with my discomfort with sharing my story.

The whole time we'd been talking, I'd been trying and not quite succeeding in drafting this sentence in my head.