If you ever want to witness an absolute cluster-fuck,
try going through airport “security” on crutches. The
poor half-wits who are on the front line, defending
our nation’s freedom to lose luggage have never faced
such an insurmountable challenge.
Somehow I needed to clear the metal detector. But my
crutches were (gasp!) metal. Yet if I abandoned my
crutches and hopped through, I might fall…and sue. And
once I was through, the crutches should be scanned.
(God only knows, I might have a pair of nail-clippers
hidden inside.) But what if I fell down while the
crutches were inside the scanner. I could sue!
Somebody call a supervisor. Call a supervisor’s
supervisor. We have a situation.