Let me preface this by stating that I've inherited a degree of my father's Cold War paranoia. In the early 1960s, he served in the Army Intelligence Corps, mostly in Germany. He did background checks, so his knowledge of what the government (or anyone else) can find out about you has made him rather touchy about his personal information. Anything that smacks of "Ja, show me your papers" really ticks him off. (Costco Membership Clerk: "May I have your Social Security number, sir?" Dad: "No!" Costco Membership Clerk: "But I need it for your membership number." Dad: "You don't need it for any transaction without federal tax consequences! Make one up!" Exit poller: "Who'd you vote for?" Dad: "None of your goddamn business! Exit polls are a threat to democracy!") I'm a bit touchy about such things myself. My phone number is unlisted, I use pseudonyms on my blog, and I keep my Social Security number off my driver's license, checks, health insurance ID, etc.
So, given my inclinations, did it bother me to have my bag searched Thursday night?