In the future, full body scanners at airports will have spurred a craze amongst the general traveling population to stay vigorously fit, as well as encouraged a trend for adults to wear lead-coated undergarments. We’re in the present, however, and those expensive, invasive machines are something of a nightmare for the body-conscious and a paradise for the discerning creep.
A word of advice for the creep that finds himself in a position to view the results of the body scan: hold your tongue. However strong the impulse is, do not comment directly to a buxom woman who walks through the scanner “Love those gigantic tits.” However lovely gigantic tits are – and you won’t hear much argument from me, within reason – there’s a time and a place for being an tactless perv.
This time and this place can only only conclude in a sexual harassment investigation.
