As I slowly shuffled through the security line, I slipped off my flats and placed them into the bin. I did a quick mental inventory of myself, trying to avoid any delays on my way to the gate. Knee length skirt, button down blouse and my curly hair hanging loose. Nothing that should set off the detector. Just as I was about the step into the detector though, a thin TSA agent approached me emotionlessly stating, “Ma’am, yo...