by Simon Black
Sovereign Man
“Sir. SIR! This your bag,” the TSA agent barked at me last week, more as a statement than a question.
“It is.”
“Are you carrying any liquids?”
I knew immediately; I had forgotten about the bottle of water that I had shoved in my briefcase before checking out of my hotel.
They opened my bag and confiscated the water bottle immediately with an extra harrumph to make sure I knew that I had wasted their time.