Yesterday at the Checkpoint I had a woman who seemed a bit peeved at being in special screening, and I assured her (as I often do) that it only had to do with how her ticket was marked by the computer and that we had no idea why it was marked that way. That seemed to be just the thing to say to her. She was fairly reasonable, really - annoyed, but not at us - and she said she wasn't surprised that we were not told why we were screening certain people as she had worked for a government agency and 'interdepartmental communication is never good.' I replied that I thought it was discouraged, and she said, "Oh, it is, it is," with a speculative eye cocked at me. I felt a little as though I were a pawn in a spy thriller. I'll always be a background character, happy enough if I get to walk offstage alive. :)
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