In the security line the woman behind me appeared visibly drunk. She was laughing loudly, teasing the TSA staff about their last names, her breath smelling like an explosion at a holiday Tiki bar.
She noted that we had similar laptop computers and should try hard to avoid confusion. I agreed, saying my data was quite boring. "Mine is scintillating," she said.
I then focused on getting myself through screening. In front of me a woman removed her neckbrace and went through the imaging machine.
After I cleared security and collected my gear, I noticed the neckbrace had been abandoned. "Who forgets she is wearing a neckbrace," I thought. I set out to fix this.
Afterwards when I stopped to arrange myself, I realized I had forgotten to claim my laptop. The drunk woman had been querying bald men about the computer.
"What kind of person forgets his laptop?" She asked. I mumbled something.
I walked towards my gate, eager to sit down and verify I had the right machine.
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