No, no I was wrong. Here's an email from a potential client, who as far as I know has never met Sean or Jeff, although of course, she's a writer, thus slightly insane (in the very best way of course), explaining her recent run-in with TSA on her flight home from DBW.
And yes--it was a "sweater dress" that is somewhat short on normal sized people, but is like a crop-top on me. I usually wear it with skinny jeans, but I forgot my jeans. So I threw on some thigh-high tights, tied a long-sleeve sweater around my waist, and clipped it in front with a hair clip.
As I was getting ready to walk through the detector, the TSA guy says, "I need you to take off the sweater around your waist."
Instead of beating around the bush (so to speak), I said point-blank: "I'm not wearing anything underneath it."
This caused quite a ruckus as I got ushered into the glass enclosure to await a female TSA ass-grabber. She arrived and said, "I understand that you aren't wearing any pants."
Instead of affirming her statement, I pulled up the tied-on sweater and flashed her my thigh-highs.
"Ma'am!" she yelled, holding up her hands at me to shield herself from the horror. "No one's asking you to do that!"
Since the email was NOT sent from JFK, I am hoping she got home safely! Either that or there's great wifi at Rikers.