Getting a family of 5 through security is never easy. We try to make it easy, but something always goes awry. Usually, it’s Greg getting pulled aside for ‘random screening’. I don’t know how ‘random’ it is when healwaysgets selected.
But this time, it wasn’t my bag with the extra shampoo or saline solution that got tossed out for a second look; nor was it the two laptops, or the two Ziploc bags of wires that I was carrying for computers, Kindles or cellphones. As Greg and I are waiting for our shoes to come through, Harrison’s carryon was getting a second look.
“Manager on Aisle 5,” the guy behind the camera calls out.
“Manager on Aisle 5!” What is this? A grocery store?
As all of the patrons behind us wait; finally, a TSA officer comes over. I am wondering: don’t they have some sort of intercom system, cell phone or wireless technology that when a worker needs a manager, they can call them? Not just yell out to them? Anyway…
The officer takes Harrison’s bag, and Harrison holding his laptop, is asked: “Excuse me, but do you have a Cannon?”
My mind is racing. He didn’t pack his camera (a Cannon), did he? No. He didn’t.
My next thought is: I don’t know what he packed in the bag. I really should have looked.
Harrison giggles. “Oh, my cannon!” As the guy pulls out of Harrison’s bag, a souvenir cannon he bought at the Minute Man National Park.
Because Harrison didn’t have any cannon balls with it, he was allowed to keep it.
