TSA Didn't Believe I Was Just Fat

Yesterday leaving Newark Airport for AZ, I was told to wait for a pat-down.  I knew that I shouldn't have worn that skirt again.  It's a little full.  Last year it passed security in JFK and Israel, but the Phoenix airport didn't approve.

Yesterday, not only did they go after the skirt, my fat thighs, but they did my scarf, too.  The lady didn't unwrap it, just felt it to make sure there was nothing hidden but hair.

I kept telling the TSA inspector that I"m just fat, but she kept insisting that I'm not or it didn't matter.  She had a job to do.