I almost blame myself here.
Yesterday, we ran a story about an Irish traveler becoming so frustrated with security that she tore off her skirt in protest. On its own, it would be a bizarre story of passengers behaving badly. But what was truly baffling about this was the pair of links within.
You see we like to insert helpful links tagged with "Read More" into stories to give you, the reader, a little bit of background, provide context or sometimes just to help you find more stories that might interest you. For this particular story we were able to find not one, but two similar instances of passengers getting so fed up with the process of passing through security that they engaged in what I'm now referring to as "rage nudity."
As the old saying goes, three is a trend. An insane, baffling trend.
The reason I blame myself is because that story caused me to Tweet out the following:
To which the universe replied, "Yes. Yes this is a thing now."
Listen, I have a 2-year-old. I'm no stranger to the depths of lunatic behavior one can achieve with the proper frustration. I have seen this child get so angry that she literally vomited out of sheer fury (we did not let the child listen to the "Frozen" soundtrack for the 12th time that particular day). But I have never once witnessed my child get so irrationally frustrated as to strip naked.
For my own part, I'll admit to having a temper on me. Usually fear of spending my vacation in a DHS holding cell keeps me from acting out on my airline security frustrations, but I've muttered a few savory curses and slammed a few gray plastic bins down on a few conveyor belts with more force than was probably warranted. No one's perfect.
But again, I have never gone anywhere near the edge of whatever cliff of sanity you need to fall off of to walk around the airport in your skivvies. As such, I have a really hard time even parsing what causes someone to do so.
My fellow travelers, we're all frustrated. We all have places to be, and we all have the same blue curtain of security theater standing between us and our destination. So take some pity on your fellow passengers and don't add to their frustration by forcing them to view you in all of your haven't-been-to-the-gym-in-years glory.
What I'm trying to say is, in every sense of the word, please: keep your pants on.
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