Twas the night before the night before Xmas, and all through the airport. Wait, that's not how that goes.
Here in Atlanta, it's the predictable scene: busy, frenzied travelers, bored, lazy TSA agents, and tons of kettles shocked that they have to remove their shoes. At the Sky Priority line, there was a dude never before seen, and likely never to be seen again, with a radio and a smile but no uniform, happily chatting up the 75 or so of us in the "priority" line, claiming "oh yeah, it's usually like this, maybe just a bit more for the holidays, but at least it's not out the door! It usually is!"
Ummmmmmm, no. It's not out the door, almost ever, at the south security checkpoint at ATL. What the hell are you talking about?
Okay, gotta go catch a flight. To sunny California!
Here in Atlanta, it's the predictable scene: busy, frenzied travelers, bored, lazy TSA agents, and tons of kettles shocked that they have to remove their shoes. At the Sky Priority line, there was a dude never before seen, and likely never to be seen again, with a radio and a smile but no uniform, happily chatting up the 75 or so of us in the "priority" line, claiming "oh yeah, it's usually like this, maybe just a bit more for the holidays, but at least it's not out the door! It usually is!"
Ummmmmmm, no. It's not out the door, almost ever, at the south security checkpoint at ATL. What the hell are you talking about?
Okay, gotta go catch a flight. To sunny California!
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