At my age, encounters with frisky strangers occur rather rarely, so my New Year’s resolution is to fly as frequently as I can, in order to enjoy free full-body rubdowns and massages in the expert hands of airport security people.
Here’s some dialogue out of a new Quentin Tarantino remake of an old Russ Meyer movie: “Lower, please. That’s it. Don’t be shy, now. Harder! Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Oooops. Sorry about that. You can keep the soiled underwear if you like. Hey, what’s with the handcuffs? I’m not into that kinky stuff! No, please. Not the baseball bat! I’m a tight end, not a wide receiver!”