November 20th, 2010

Megan McArdle's breakup letter.

Dear Airline, I'm Leaving You

But don't feel too bad. It's not you, it's me. Or rather, it's the TSA.

I'm not going to lie. It's come between us. If I have to let someone else see me naked in order to be with you--well, I'm just not that kinky. And deep down, I don't think you are either. I think it's the TSA making you act like this. Frankly, you haven't been the same since you started running around together.

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I suspect there are a lot of people out there who feel the same way, and may not have blogs, so I'm urging them to put their Dear John letters right in the comments. I'll forward any Dear Airline letters that are left in the comments to the relevant airlines.

Uncle Sam may not care about the minority of voters who fly often. But I'm kinda hoping that you guys do. Maybe the flame of our old romance isn't entirely out. I don't want to raise false expectations--but you might win us back. If you play your cards right.

If not--well, here's looking at you, kid. From the window of the BoltBus as it cruises past Newark airport.