"GET YOUR FREAK ON, GIRL" TSA NOTE IN SUITCASE FREAKS OUT FEMINIST (creep factor forces her to toss her vibrator)

Jill Filipovic, editor of "Feministe"                              

          A woman flying from Newark International to Dublin found an unsettling note written on a TSA inspection notice when she opened her suitcase after arrival in Ireland.  At first she thought it was amusing, then wildly funny, but after giving it some thought, Jill Filipovic decided to toss the vibrator she had packed in her luggage. 
"To the agent who wrote the note, I'd like to say that he has actually impeded me from getting my freak on, since I now have to dispose of the offending item, as I'm not sure what he did with it while it was in his possession," she wrote.

           This is creepy on so many levels... First of all, none of likes to have our personal belongings "searched", no matter how much we might say we're in favor of increased security for our airlines.  To have a government agent find your personal vibrator during a search, then leave a note telling you to "get your freak on girl" ought to result in someone joining the ranks of the unemployed at the Newark International Airport.  An investigation has begun to identify the TSA agent responsible for the note, and Ms. Filipovic has probably already located and purchased a substitute buzz to play with.

            Back in 2005, my lovely (and dangerous) wife and I travelled to Costa Rica for a vacation.  Our flight itinerary had us leaving Costa Rica from a tiny, remote airport in the middle of nowhere.  Hundreds of fellow tourists packed into an outdoor pavilion to line up for customs inspections and to get our luggage checked for the flight back to the states. 
            The little airport there had a Disney World style series of roped off lanes for folks to line up in, and inspectors at tables were randomly calling for certain passengers to open their suitcases on those tables for inspection.  Dozens of bored travellers would then get to stand and watch as the contents of some poor unfortunate bastard's suitcase would be unceremoniously dumped out on the table and searched.  All of us were stuck in line, there was nothing to do other than stand there and watch the show.
             As the line moved along my wife whispered to me, "God, I hope they don't make me open my suitcase!"
             And I had to agree, that would indeed suck, because neither of us had really taken the time to carefully pack anything when we left our resort.  I had stuffed damp bathing suits and wrinkled shirts back into mine, and my wife had done the same with her dirty clothes in her suitcase.  As we slowly came up to the inspection table, a female agent at the Costa Rican airport motioned for my wife to bring her suitcase over to the table.  I tried to stifle a laugh, and did poorly.  My wife's face turned a shade of red I've not seen since, and I'm pretty sure the temperature in that pavilion went up a couple of degrees in an instant.
             Her suitcase was opened, then dumped out on the table for all to see.  Now, normally, my wife is a meticulous packer.  She folds things with a precision that would rival anything ever created in an origami class... But on this particular morning we had packed for our return flight home using what I like to call the "grab and growl" method.  Whatever needed to go into the suitcase was stuffed into said container, and then one of us had sat on the suitcase to mash it down tight enough to allow the clasp to be closed.  Ta-Da!  Ready to travel...
              Fortunately, there were no personal vibrators or incredibly embarrassing items clattering around on the table for the other tourists to gawk at.  But that didn't mean my wife wasn't mortified by the whole ordeal.  The line moved along, and I with it, because they don't allow you to wait for someone who's being searched, you must move when told to move.  After ten minutes or so I was fifty yards downstream from my wife, who was still a brilliant shade of crimson at the inspection table.
              To this day I can bring up that incident and count on her to put a hand up to her face and say, "Oh my god..." at the thought of her embarrassment.  I do so often, because Pavlov's dogs had a less predictable conditioned reflex than her's, and it's fun to watch her reaction, even after all these years...  Some jokes never get old.

      **********UPDATE**************UPDATE**********************UPDATE********

      Boing Boing has a story reporting that the TSA has identified the agent who left the inappropriate note in this woman's luggage, and that person has been "removed from screening operations."

      Not fired.  Just moved.  Film at eleven...