“Madam, step out to the right, go back and try again. Earrings out.”
“Madam, step out to the right, go back and try again. Take out your passport from your pocket.”
“Madam, step out to the right, go back and try once again…”
… and again and again. I went back and forth the security check no less than eight times when the serious-faced, tall and masculine man warned me:
‘Madam, you will be randomly selected.’
Not knowing what it means – and even if I would have known, it simply wouldn’t change a thing – I stepped out to the right and tried it again. By this time, I felt very diligent and somewhat important. Or rather outstanding. I don’t recall wearing anything more any more than a plain jeans and a T-shirt. I got red light once again.
My serious-faced pal – though this friendship was rather…
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