back to me, gives me his name, and escorts me from the area. I storm away
and find the first open vendor. It’s already after 9pm on a Sunday night,
and most have closed shop. I give my sob story to the fresh fruit and
nuts guy and he gladly holds on to the “weapons.” Sheesh!
So, I return and smuggly toss my purse on the xray conveyor belt.
I charge thru the detectors again. And they look VERY CLOSELY at the image
of my purse. They reluctently hand me my purse.
“THANK YOU!” I hiss and go off to the gate.
My friend’s flight came in fine, but we have to go back out past my
“buddies” to get to the baggage claim area. I leer at them venomously when
I see them. I rush over to claim my ‘contraband’ and the guy at the counter
recognizes me immediately. He gets ‘em out of his pocket and places them
in my hand. But then, he holds them in my hand for a longer-than-he-
should-have moment. He stares at me, still holding my hand, and whispers,
“Oh, my name is Kenneth. What’s your name.”
I pause… smile… and tell him, “You can call me Ma’am.”
I grab the cuffs, remove his hand from mine, and make it back just
in time to help my friend with his luggage.