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At the time I was a bit too ticked to share, time has passed.
I had to be “somewhere” – one of them “places”, that for my safety and the preservation for all things living, breathing, and whatever NO WEAPONS were allowed.
I was informed “no” meant “no” and these folks play hardball and for keeps.
No knife, not even my small Swiss army. I went in with a manila folder, my vehicle keys, white handkerchief, my ID in a money clip, about $10 in ones, and about $3 in quarters – that was it.
No, I ain’t real happy that some animals are more equal than I, but I was sure making notes of exits, furniture, any and everything in the joint.
I’m sitting there on the Group W bench [just how I felt] and here comes a couple with a kid of 5, the kid is limping, and I see her bandage on her leg below the knee. She had simply been a kid, taken a fall that required stitches. I think the kid was more pissed about having to wear a dress than the stitches…
Seems these folks were not all that upset about all the Security- great, this is going to be a fun wait.
Kid is doing pretty good, asks permission to talk to “that stranger” – well I have been called worse, and I appreciated the fact the kid did ask permission. She was polite and well mannered. She just wanted to be a kid, she has that right.
Well it seems the new stitches were still causing some discomfort, Children’s Tylenol and a snack on her stomach a good idea. Seems these are not a threat to Civilization, and allowed in the building. Nor were the carton juices with the deadly pointy ended straw –
Gasp!!…don’t they know you can take down Space Stations with them things…!!.
The dad reaches into his pocket for his small Buck knife – err-sorry man, can’t have that in here. Mom is looking thru the canvas tote with their folders and the kids stuff, she has nothing either.
That plastic packaging that holds 4 cartons of juice together is really tough. Most normal citizens are allowed a sharp tool to cut these apart. Not in here you don’t.
Of course the sharp pointy straw is inside the industrial strength plastic...great!
“Mister, can you help please? < itty bitty hint of whine and whimper> Hey I was a kid once when I hurt – I hurt and even though I hung tough best could, I am sure I was a bit fussy about not feeling good at times.
Well there is a Vending machine, I figure I’d take a look, find out if citizens were allowed or not to touch this thing – just my luck it requires a Bio Scan, or Retina fingerprint or something…
No Coke, got Pepsi – I can do a canned Pepsi. .I came back and opened it, worked the pull tab loose -
Ta-Da! Hey Big Brother- I gots a sharp object in your building!! Nope, the plastic is still too tough.
The Mom suggests that perhaps we ask someone in the building for help. I guess my eyes said it better – I refused to give anyone in this building that satisfaction. Matter of Principal you understand.
Not to mention – me being hard- headed, I was going to test my skills to Adapt, Improvise and Overcome.
I did not look up the black dome in the ceiling, nor I had looked directly at the cute warm and fuzzy cameras in the hallways. Matched the interior decorating (if you can call what they had in there - that) real well.
So I chugged my Pepsi, poured the last bit out and whacked the can against the Group W bench on which I sat. Kinda figured any second Team Walrus would come running down the hall with fully automatic weapons…
So far so good, I ain’t been shot yet. I work the can back and forth and now – Hey Big Brother I have two more sharp objects in here…jagged edges too!!
That worked; plastic was no match for Pepsi Serrated Survival Tool.
Kid giggled, enjoyed the show, parents rolled eyes and just knew for sure why I was sitting on that wooden Group W Bench.
Kid felt better, Juice, Tylenol and snacks do that. She had a 5 pack of colors and was coloring. I guess Colors are not a Security threat…
Kid comes over after getting permission to do so, and I admire her coloring – kid was good. The Blue crayon I borrowed , left a “W” on the bench…Parents didn’t; see this, and I held my finger to mouth ( a secret) she grinned and tried to wink.(both eyes, but hey she tried).
I do my thing and come back out. The kid is sitting where I was; I said “No Coke, cheeseburger, cheeseburger Pepsi”. She giggled, and then moved her leg showing the “W”, winked with both eyes, and held her finger to her mouth.
I had to be “somewhere” – one of them “places”, that for my safety and the preservation for all things living, breathing, and whatever NO WEAPONS were allowed.
I was informed “no” meant “no” and these folks play hardball and for keeps.
No knife, not even my small Swiss army. I went in with a manila folder, my vehicle keys, white handkerchief, my ID in a money clip, about $10 in ones, and about $3 in quarters – that was it.
No, I ain’t real happy that some animals are more equal than I, but I was sure making notes of exits, furniture, any and everything in the joint.
I’m sitting there on the Group W bench [just how I felt] and here comes a couple with a kid of 5, the kid is limping, and I see her bandage on her leg below the knee. She had simply been a kid, taken a fall that required stitches. I think the kid was more pissed about having to wear a dress than the stitches…
Seems these folks were not all that upset about all the Security- great, this is going to be a fun wait.
Kid is doing pretty good, asks permission to talk to “that stranger” – well I have been called worse, and I appreciated the fact the kid did ask permission. She was polite and well mannered. She just wanted to be a kid, she has that right.
Well it seems the new stitches were still causing some discomfort, Children’s Tylenol and a snack on her stomach a good idea. Seems these are not a threat to Civilization, and allowed in the building. Nor were the carton juices with the deadly pointy ended straw –
Gasp!!…don’t they know you can take down Space Stations with them things…!!.
The dad reaches into his pocket for his small Buck knife – err-sorry man, can’t have that in here. Mom is looking thru the canvas tote with their folders and the kids stuff, she has nothing either.
That plastic packaging that holds 4 cartons of juice together is really tough. Most normal citizens are allowed a sharp tool to cut these apart. Not in here you don’t.
Of course the sharp pointy straw is inside the industrial strength plastic...great!
“Mister, can you help please? < itty bitty hint of whine and whimper> Hey I was a kid once when I hurt – I hurt and even though I hung tough best could, I am sure I was a bit fussy about not feeling good at times.
Well there is a Vending machine, I figure I’d take a look, find out if citizens were allowed or not to touch this thing – just my luck it requires a Bio Scan, or Retina fingerprint or something…
No Coke, got Pepsi – I can do a canned Pepsi. .I came back and opened it, worked the pull tab loose -
Ta-Da! Hey Big Brother- I gots a sharp object in your building!! Nope, the plastic is still too tough.
The Mom suggests that perhaps we ask someone in the building for help. I guess my eyes said it better – I refused to give anyone in this building that satisfaction. Matter of Principal you understand.
Not to mention – me being hard- headed, I was going to test my skills to Adapt, Improvise and Overcome.
I did not look up the black dome in the ceiling, nor I had looked directly at the cute warm and fuzzy cameras in the hallways. Matched the interior decorating (if you can call what they had in there - that) real well.
So I chugged my Pepsi, poured the last bit out and whacked the can against the Group W bench on which I sat. Kinda figured any second Team Walrus would come running down the hall with fully automatic weapons…
So far so good, I ain’t been shot yet. I work the can back and forth and now – Hey Big Brother I have two more sharp objects in here…jagged edges too!!
That worked; plastic was no match for Pepsi Serrated Survival Tool.
Kid giggled, enjoyed the show, parents rolled eyes and just knew for sure why I was sitting on that wooden Group W Bench.
Kid felt better, Juice, Tylenol and snacks do that. She had a 5 pack of colors and was coloring. I guess Colors are not a Security threat…
Kid comes over after getting permission to do so, and I admire her coloring – kid was good. The Blue crayon I borrowed , left a “W” on the bench…Parents didn’t; see this, and I held my finger to mouth ( a secret) she grinned and tried to wink.(both eyes, but hey she tried).
I do my thing and come back out. The kid is sitting where I was; I said “No Coke, cheeseburger, cheeseburger Pepsi”. She giggled, and then moved her leg showing the “W”, winked with both eyes, and held her finger to her mouth.
