The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

joked. “She’ll still be somewhere near row forty.”

Everyone laughed.

No one asked how work was going.

No one wondered why I always carried the same plain black credential wallet wherever I traveled.

When my turn arrived at the TSA podium, I stepped forward without saying a word.

I handed my identification to the officer.

He placed it on the scanner.

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