A couple of years ago we were flying to Louisiana. We're going thru the rigamarole at Detroit Metro with the TSA goons, standing there with our meager possessions in a plastic tray along with our shoes. This female (?) with a rag on her head and a TSA shirt on (diversity don't you know?) comes storming up to near where we were waiting for the 3rd grade drop out responsible for allowing us to get thru the rigamarole was working. Said female rag head starts complaining about some unspecified injustice. The normally mild mannered Mrs. RushLake pipes up and says to no one in particular, "maybe she doesn't understand that she wouldn't have the job if her relatives hadn't killed some of us." I was amazed that we were "allowed" to proceed thru the barricade and make our plane on time.

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