I had a TSA screener wand me while in uniform (working an flight). When the wand passed over my wings and name tag, he asked me to remove them so he could wand me again. To say that this guy was an absolute genious would be overstating his intellectual ability! I refused to remove my wings, but offered to open my shirt pocket to show him that I didn't have a grenade launcher inside. As he groped my pectoral muscle, he asked me to open my shirt. I asked for a supervisor. To my astonishment, the supervisor concurred with the tub-stacker. I asked for a private screening, and was denied. I finally complied, but felt violated!!!!!. The pax were looking at me, as if they were afraid to ever fly again.

I ended up having to remove my shirt to show this guy that I wasn't the terrorist.