I had a rather surprising experience with the TSA at Sky Harbor. I'm an Englishman who flew to the US often before the 'glory years' of the TSA. I have my horror stories from American airports anyway (a 90 day trip to travel the country warranted a lot of rude treatment and I even wrote an article about the security guard who was convinced I was smuggling drugs in a large Tasmanian Devil plush toy that filled a suitcase and felt the urge to massage it in public).
I moved over in 2004 and married a Phoenix lady, but settling down meant no air travel, so I got to read about the TSA's long list of objectable behaviour without ever having to experience it myself. I knew I'd travel with my lass back to England at some point, though. I wasn't looking forward to the airport experience but, as I have a stubborn streak, I was half looking forward to objecting to whatever they tried to make me do.
And something was likely. You see, I still look different and nowadays I also wear a Utilikilt, which has a large number of metal rivets that set off metal detectors. Sure enough, it set them off at Sky Harbor and the TSA pulled me aside to do a patdown. That wasn't surprising. What was surprising was how I was treated, which was rather well, even after I offered to take off the kilt. They even let my lass take photos while they were doing so.
I realise that this appears to be unusual behaviour for the TSA, especially at Sky Harbor, which I've seen mentioned in the usual TSA stories more than once, but it's what I experienced. The trip went well, but it was on our return, flying out of Manchester, that my stepson and I found odd treatment, suckered through a pornoscanner before we realised what was happening.