I was flying back from a work trip through Nuremberg airport. The security guard pulled me out of the security queue for a pat down. Very stern. No talking. No eye contact either. Very… German.
After the arms and legs, he points towards my crotch. Sorry, what? I say I don’t understand. He points towards my crotch again. Does he want to check behind the waistband? Do I need to show him… something? I don’t understand. I say so again.
He locks eyes with me and exaggeratedly looks at my crotch. I do too. He was trying to tell me my shirt was sticking out through my fly.