You know there was a time when a guy would use a public toilet and didn't need to worry about having something to read. Nope. That's because the crapper stall wall was full of graffiti - enough to last the duration of your stay. I don't know why but my favourite was always something along the lines of "For a good time, call Bob's Mom at...". Ha, ha, I knew all my buddies' moms I didn't see any of them as providing me with a "good time". But times change. There's less graffiti on the bathroom wall these days but there's more outside the bathroom for a guy to worry about. Take for instance the latest dust up around the approach being taken by TSA agents (Transportation Security Administration) in the States. Or maybe I should say the latest feel up. I guess the terrorists have won. TSA agents are stepping up their efforts to protect the flying public. They now use x-ray machines that show so much you might as well strip down to pas...