Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I see stupid people

[Aside: I asked my 6-year old niece the other day if she liked math. She replied, “Yeah….You know, sometimes I just like to sit around and count stupid people”. I should have taken her to the airport.]

So, I’m at the airport. In the security line. I’m next – and I love being next. The guy in front of me is wearing a thick, gaudy gold necklace Flavor Flav would be proud of. He walks through the sensors and of course it goes off. So, he removes the necklace and walks through with it in his hand. Jackass. The alarm sounds. Here’s the conversation that follows:

TSA Rep: “Sir, you’ll have to put that in the basket and send it through the scanner.”

Flavor Flav: “No, I don’t want to do that”

TSA Rep: “Sir, put it in the basket”

Flavor Flav: “No”

TSA Rep: “What’s the problem?”

Flavor Flav: “I don’t want to lose it.”

What exactly does he think happens in the TSA scanner? That he’s going to put his shitty necklace in there and a chicken will come out the other end? Chocolate chip cookies? A baby, perhaps? (Is that where they come from??) I’m dizzy with the possibilities…

That guy was stupid person #12. By the time I got on the plane, I had counted to 23.

3 comments:

Marinka said...

You're so awesome at math!

and I love the idea of a TSA transformer. More chocolate chips, please!

CJG said...

Awesome.

Mrs F with 4 said...

ONLY 23?!