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A minor matter of national security

Yesterday, I did some soul searching in Terminal A of Newark Liberty International Airport.  And I came to the realization that I would have absolutely no problem ratting out senior citizens to the TSA.  After all, why should someone get to bring a full lunch through airport security just because they’re old?  I’m no threat to my fellow passengers, and I can’t even have my defrizzer*.

When flying and dealing with the other intricacies of national security, one has the time to ponder how broadly one wants to interpret “if you see something, say something.”

Maybe I was just hungry.  Maybe I was angry because my terminal was only selling healthy snacks and I wanted a healthy dose of morning Pizza Hut.  Maybe I just resented the fact that I know that I couldn’t pull it off.  Or maybe it was the full bag of Archway Dutch Cocoa cookies she smuggled in along with her sandwich and corn muffin in her monster purse.

I mean, really, lady.  Share much?  Do I not remind you of one of your grandkids?

On a totally random note, a Kansan wearing a New Jersey Devils hat just walked past me.  It was just worth noting.


* I mean, I can, but I have to find an alternate bottle for it, and that really burns my ass.


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