[Margo] Nicholas the Wise

She was certain that if his suitcase had been lighter he would have started swinging it. Violence does tend to accompany that sort of blind, uninformed anger.

“Miklós Eszes? More like Miklós Fejes. You’d think people would know not to yell in the middle of an airport these days,” Margo said as she looked on. A smartly dressed Hungarian man stood not fifteen feet past the security checkpoint arguing with one of the airport’s security officers. Mr. Eszes had been very upset when he was told that he could not take his large suitcase as a carry-on item. No one was sure why, really. All he seemed to have in it were some manuscript pages tucked neatly into an accordion-style file. There were a lot of pages, though. If they were unique, Margo could imagine why he might be a little upset, but-

“Margo! Come on,” her boss grabbed the wand from her hand and went around the counter to help the traveler who was waiting patiently to be scanned. People never set off the metal detectors with anything dangerous, so it was hard for Margo to care. Last week she had let several sets of nail clippers through baggage screening, which is why she was supposed to be manning the wand. Oops.

Her boss’s name was Lester. While Margo felt like being a TSA employee was nothing glorious, Lester marched around with his chest puffed out like he was single-handedly preventing the procession of terrorism into his glorious land. His attitude was made even more annoying by his age. Margo had close to ten years on Lester. This didn’t help her garner any extra respect from an overweight, baby-faced TSA agent on a power trip. If anything, it made the Michelin Man hassle her even more. Taking the wand from her was just another attempt at dehumanization.

“God, Margo, if you can’t even pay attention to the people heading through the checkpoint, what good are you?”

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