Well. There’s always FORGED ID’s & faked handicaps. (Kids
in our neighborhood would make themselves crutches &
crip around our road on the crutches. I asked my dad to
make me a pair of crutches. He said, “HELL NO!!” & that
was the end of the crutch fantasy for me. He had been
through WWII and had no patience for fake injury.) I don’t
travel well any more. :o(
Denver (the airport of the TSA agent in the story) is Amy’s hometown - everyone knows her. Her husband is a former Bronco football player. If you’re trying to sneak by security unnoticed, you don’t pick celebrities from the area.