Security Check

I don’t know about you, but whenever I get to the security check at the airport I always have a basic question on my mind:

What if today and only today they decided to raise their security measures just a notch and perform a quick colonoscopy on everyone going in the line between 13.13 and 14.14?

And what if I happen to be there exactly 5 seconds before 14.14 and I automatically qualify for that lucky human batch?

Noooo!

So I usually speed up through the security check like a cat with its tail on fire. And I only stop in the first toilet and hide there for a while to recollect myself.

I get out at some point when the farts in the cabin next door become louder than the hip hop beats in my headphones.

That’s what happens usually.

But one time, right before rushing into the toilet, I forgot my bag outside, half open, on a waiting chair, exactly in front of the toilet unit.

And as usual, I was not in a hurry to get out of the toilet. I took my time to recollect…

Around 7 minutes later I went out and witnessed the following scene: my bag was surrounded by 5 white-faced policemen who were obviously convinced there was a bomb in this unattended piece of luggage.

They looked so pale and terrified!! And that to me only meant one thing:

None of the policemen could read!

Because here’s how my bag looks like: