This is the kind of thing that gives you confidence in TSA. Not.
We were in line at the airport, waiting for the guy to check IDs against our boarding pass. I realized the fellow in front of us had a passport, maybe with French on the cover. The TSA guy greeted him and saw the passport, then began fumbling in his chest-pocket—and then got out and put on his reading glasses.
I’m still shaking my head. Love spending our tax dollars on schlocky security. Not.