I have a titanium knee which makes the metal detectors go nuts. I am used to the “pat down.” It really is invasive but as we know the bad guys still want to target our air travel, I do not see an alternative.
I was certain I had put all my coins into a small carry-on bag but was wrong. Three coins not totalling a single Euro were in my pocket. So I was frisked publicly by Italian airport security.
Mercifully, it was only embarrassing in terms of my forgetfulness.
Sadly, if it had been five minutes earlier my frisker would have been a hunk instead of a short goomba. Ah well.
While I have not had to remove my belt at security for a couple of years, I had to do so at O’Hare in Chicago where we changed planes. They are a mess and do not give you space to get your clothing back together. Even papers have to come out of your pockets. Insane.