I must admit that your post made me laugh out loud, you're funny!
But then I was once again hit with the realization of "le bag" and how it set's us so apart from everyone else---who have not a care in the world as to emptying their bowels.
I was taken into the frisking room at the SLC airport on my way home from ileostomy surgery. It was by far the worst day of my life. They wanted to frisk me, I refused, they insisted, I told them where exactly they could go, they threatened to throw me out of the airport, called security, and I was then ordered to show them what I had in my pants. I threw them down and asked them if they were 100% satisfied. Nice. I haven't flown since, but I realize this was probably not the norm for traveling circumstances. I hadn't ever considered concerts. Anyone else have experience with the pat down? What the hell are we supposed to do?