It's enough to make me want to travel to Vienna and play with matches. The last time I was there, I had a very nice pat-down at the airport by a big hunky blond security screener. He apologized when he was finished, saying that it was necessary because my digital camera had triggered some sort of detector. I told him that no apology was necessary.
Some ten years earlier, I also had a very nice pat-down by two hot customs officers when I entered Austria by train from Germany. That encounter included one of them putting his hands in my jeans pockets whilst he stood very close to me in the train compartment. I was traveling alone, and apparently he thought I was a drug courier.



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