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I’m waiting in line for my 10:30pm bus out. I hear a young guy questioning security near the carryon check-in. Guilt written all over his face, giving himself away he says, “Wait! Hang on… What? What do you mean you have to check my bag? What am I not allowed to take on board?”
“You know drugs, knifes, guns, that sort of stuff.”
He stands there for a bit as if his brain couldn’t co...
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