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The other day when I was in charge at the baggage station I happened to be the only one obviously in the area (all the guys were looking into bags), so this woman walked up to the fence and started insistently trying to talk at me. Now, I WAS actually working, maybe she thought I was playing solitaire or something, but I had a bag in the x-ray and when you have a bag in the x-ray you're really not supposed to leave the console. I am, however, nice - and curious - and I didn't want her to stand there braying "MEE-yahs!" all day, so I did put the x-ray on hold and went over to see what she wanted.
She waves something wrapped in paper at me, and I could intuit that it was probably syrup of some sort by the shape and the fact she was rambling on in her Southern accent about having had this in her carry on bag, so I interrupted her and told her she had to go talk to her airline about it. But that wasn't a good enough answer and she had to keep on talking to me about it, about how she wanted to throw it away.
I probably didn't even wait for her to get to the end of that sentence. "Garbage can, right over there."
"I didn't want anyone to think I was trying to dispose of something!"
I don't even know if I responded to that, I think I just turned around and walked off, just kind of fuming in my head about her pulling me away from WORK that I'm doing to ramble on to me about stupid shit I have no need to be involved in.
A moment later I thought, "Oh, wait, I was just rude, wasn't I?" And this is why I really almost wish the South HAD managed to secede from the States - they're just dragging us down. Slowing us down when we have work to do by asking stupid questions.
She waves something wrapped in paper at me, and I could intuit that it was probably syrup of some sort by the shape and the fact she was rambling on in her Southern accent about having had this in her carry on bag, so I interrupted her and told her she had to go talk to her airline about it. But that wasn't a good enough answer and she had to keep on talking to me about it, about how she wanted to throw it away.
I probably didn't even wait for her to get to the end of that sentence. "Garbage can, right over there."
"I didn't want anyone to think I was trying to dispose of something!"
I don't even know if I responded to that, I think I just turned around and walked off, just kind of fuming in my head about her pulling me away from WORK that I'm doing to ramble on to me about stupid shit I have no need to be involved in.
A moment later I thought, "Oh, wait, I was just rude, wasn't I?" And this is why I really almost wish the South HAD managed to secede from the States - they're just dragging us down. Slowing us down when we have work to do by asking stupid questions.
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From: (Anonymous)
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I do however think your described situation has more to
with flying nerves and the general feeling that one wrong move and you will dragged off to be stripped & prodded ---not unlike an alien abduction.
LTA
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