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one 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 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
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