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e calls me "ma'am" one more time, he'll never father children)
Ok, so I collect myself. I'll see if I can reason with this guy.
Afterall, he's trying to do his job.
"Look, these are not weapons. I have a swiss army knife that you
allowed, but these trinkets are considered more threatening? C'mon, you
know better than that."
"Sorry, Ma'am...
(grrrrrr!!!)
... but, you can't take these in. You have to leave them outside
the gates."
I'm tired of arguing with this guy. He's not gonna give up or give
in.
I tell him, "Fine, you hold on to these. I'll be back in 15
minutes." And I start stuffing everything else back into my bag.
"No, Ma'am, we can't do that. You have to give them to someone
else to hold on to."
"I WHAT??!!?" My tone is markedly louder.
"You have to give them to someone else to hold on to. We can't
keep them here."
"This is INSANE! I don't know anyone in this damn airport! What
the hell do you suggest!??"
"Give them to a vendor to hold on to."
"FINE! If that's what will get you to let me into this airport,
I'll do JUST THAT! And give me your full name NOW!" He hands everything
back to me, gives me his name, and escorts me from the area. I storm away
and find the firs
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