LRC contributing writer Don Cooper posted this to his Facebook page:

"Too funny: just went through TSA with my ID and ticket receipt. I printed my ticket receipt off the Internet by mistake instead of my boarding pass. When I went through the "security checkpoint" the guy was shooting the s**t with someone and didn't notice. What a joke of a boondoggle jobs program the TSA is."

Another TSA "satisfied customer" writes:

"I travel very often, and I cannot count the many times I have gone through security at the airport and come out the other end realizing I had liquids, gels, or some sharp object that could possibly be used as a weapon accidentally sitting in my carry-on.  Yet, I have also lost count of the times when they've had to pull my bag to the side to inspect something that could not possibly be harmful in any way."

But at least the TSA is efficient at something else:

Doug Ritter writes:

"A few years ago I was travelling quite a bit.  Before one flight I realized at the last second that I had my grandfather's pocket knife in my pocket.  He died in 1971, and I had carried his little 2.5" blade pocket knife with me every day—until that day.  I was late for my flight home at the end of a long, hot trip to a paper mill in Alabama. In retrospect, I should have just missed my flight and gone and mailed the pocket knife to my home, but I was hot and tired and wanted to get home, so I stuck it in the most obscure spot in the bag I could find, thinking I could sneak it through.

The lines were long and the security area was an absolute zoo, so I lost sight of my bag for a while after I put it on the conveyor.  But I didn't get challenged, and assumed that I had successfully gotten the pocket knife through.  I grabbed my bag and ran for my flight, which I barely made.  When I got home and unpacked, the knife was gone. The TSA had opened my bag and taken the knife without saying a word to me.

My grandfather was like a father to me, he died on my 17th birthday. Rarely does a day go by that I don't think of him.  I screwed up, no doubt about it; it's my fault that I don't have his pocket knife in my pocket today, but believe me when I say that I do not hold the TSA in the highest regard."