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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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The average age of the TSA man is 25 years. He is a short-haired, pudgy kid who, under normal circumstances, is considered by society to be a slob. Not yet dry behind the ears, is old enough to buy a beer, yet old enough to stand around for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has collected unemployment at some point. He's not a recent High School graduate; he was probably a below average student, pursued some form of drugs, drives a four-year-old compact, and has a steady girlfriend that he fucks every night, or swears at for calling him at early morning hours. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing or trance. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is lifting your heavy bags from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can verific an ETD in 30 seconds and push random buttons on it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of an X-ray machine or ETD and use either one effectively if he must. He stands around or sits and can take an extended break like a professional. He can stand until he is told to sit or sit until he is told to stand. He obeys orders eventually and with much hesitation, but he is without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient, sometimes. He has four sets of uniforms: he wears one for three days, keeps the others hanging around, and washes the last one. He keeps his sodas full and his feet aching. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his table. He can cook his own meals in the microwave, soil his own clothes, and report his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll laugh; if you're hungry, he'll eat in front of you, then laugh. He'll even hog chairs from you in the midst of peak time when you're dead tired. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life--or make you late for a flight--because that is his job. He will often do half the work of a civilian, draw double the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more stupid people and heavy bags than he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of huge cargo, and helped to delay each of them. He has laughed in public and in private, for friends who have fallen down the stairs and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body when his cell phone goes off, while tempering the burning desire to "square away" those around him who haven't bothered to read, pack lighter, or even stop asking stupid questions. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful and make all their flights on time. Just as did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our flight freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 4 years. He has asked much in return, including a taser, a gun, and our understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his standing around. And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to the Airport when their scheduling calls them to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot...A short lull, a little fan and a little game of solitaire on the x-ray monitors. Prayer wheel for our TSA... please don't break it. Please send this on after a short donation for pizza. Prayer Wheel "Idiots, hold our TSA in your loving tentacles. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen." When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our TSA agents in LAX, Baghdad, and the rest of our nation. There is nothing attached... This can be very powerful.... Of all the gifts you could give a TSA agent, staying home is the very best one. |
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