I had a dream last night that Liam Neeson was a TSA agent and gave me the new airport security pat down on my way to visit my in-laws in Boca. All travel should be this good.

Talk about waking up drenched in sweat. Whew! I don't know about you, but traveling during the holidays can be an anxiety filled time. Traffic, crowds, delays. Does the word meshugass do it justice? Doubt it. So now that I think about it....

Dashing good looks should certainly be a requirement for TSA agents. There would still be a line at check-in but trust me, no one would be complaining. I can just see my husband, getting patted-down by a tall, blond, sultry--possibly Russian, TSA agent. I can picture him now with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Deeper....deeper" he would mumble.

Put the younger folks through the full body scan but me, I'll take the fantasy pat down. Just promise officer that you won't yell at me if I close my eyes because I will be going to a happy place while you're doing it.