[tuna_battle_slight_return]

"As we walk, this portly agent who never smiles reaches in to snatch the ticket jacket from my now notorious bag. He opens the cover. It is empty. "So just where is your ticket, Mr. Masterson?" he scowls accusingly. By now, I’m feeling like the uniformed Gestapo with their German shepherd have set Mr. Peacefully Traveling American up like a domino. I am definitely being made to look like a terrorist or some other kind of criminal. "My ticket was in there when I came through the gate twice before," I say, my heart now somewhere near my tonsils. "I don’t know where it is. This is crazy. It has to be somewhere in my bag."

The author of this article is essentially pissed that no one finds him relevant. Next!

[MineralMan]

"The author of this article is essentially pissed that no one finds him relevant. Next!"

And we have only his side of this story, to boot. I can, somehow, imagine him cracking wise in his earlier encounters with the security folks. A poor idea. So, he's an idiot who leaves a bag unattended at an airline gate. How stupid is that? Everyone knows you can't do that. So, he gets to go through it all one more time. Why? Because he's an idiot.

Does he get a little smart mouthing from the security folks? Yup. A little payback for the smart-mouting he no doubt gave them earlier.

Gestapo, indeed! He's an idiot who lost me when he left his stupid bag unattended, as a demonstration of his stupidity.