This is intrusive, but still, flying out of Argentina is a breeze compared to the tarta de sorete served up by the TSA in the US.
Last time I had the pleasure I was offered some sort of test to see if I would react when provoked. The guy said to me "Irish? ...in Argentina?? Man, you got it bad, 2 countries really doin' bad, horrible luck man"
I was gonna point out that he was paid to feel up old women and spend his days in an airport being hated but I didn't find him attractive enough to want his fingers to become intimately familiar with my kidneys. Suffice to say I'll take having the airline email some details of my baggage over some rent-a-cop on a power trip offering up geopolitical truisms mid bollock-grope.