I am tempted, if I have to go through one, to scream and fall wiggling on the floor.
You'd probably end up at some rendition site.
It finally happened ...
I was flying out of SeaTac, and the goons directed me to the porno-scanner.
I quietly informed the goon: "I opt out".
Goon starts to read me a bunch of twaddle.
I interrupt, again quietly: "I choose to opt out".
Head goon calls for "Male assist".
Different goon, middle aged male shows up, carries my bag over to a table, indicates that I should accompany him. Table is in public view (the way I want it).
I get the grope, by kit gets the swab. Goon appears to be as thrilled about the whole business as I am.
I'm disgusted.
But I'm not going to be leered at by some pervert in a hidden booth.