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And a screw loose. The "rest of the story" about the plane that was diverted from Washington-Dulles to Boston last week;

"At about 4:30 a.m. EST, an hour and a half after take-off, a flight attendant saw Mayo pushing against an aircraft bulkhead, the affidavit said. When the attendant told her to return to her seat, Mayo responded that she wanted to speak to an air marshal, saying, “I know you want my bag” or “I know you want to see what’s in my bag.”

For all of the complaints about the "silliness" of airport security these days, I suspect that few people have stopped to consider the vast array of personality types - not to mention, degrees of mental stability - of passengers in those long line-ups we file through before boarding our flights.

I'm not one known for her tolerance for meaningless bureaucracy - but in the case of airport security, the stakes are so high, motivation extreme, and the opportunities nearly infinite. Trapped between the knowledge that any failure can cause the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands, and the pressures to keep the lines moving and flights leaving on time, kneejerk, thoughtless criticisms of airport security is, at the very least, naive and unfair.

At the worst, you look up from your package of sesame snacks to discover the flight attendant is bleeding out in the aisleway.


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