Man of Airport: Security Chapter X

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of Earth-transit hospitality superstitions for airport personnel in a pre-'25 'environment' for a New Year's note concerning (actual) jitters.

A world securities conversational story (fiction). Happy and safe New Year's to all,

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I became a Chicago airport securities man to counter 21st-Century Earth terrorism paranoia after the horrifying land/zones invasion incident of 9/11, and I knew my airport duty free thinking cast me as my own Selfie-age messenger of lifestyle drawn infrastructure sensitivity for the Ego. Follow along, friends.

I got myself a flight-attendant figurine doll, and I knew my airport-securities position made me something like a doll-man of world hospitality readings of leviathan/uncertainty. Well, I thought of the passerby inside my Chicago airport and found interest in casting world travelers as dolls of Earthling superstitions (sure). In fact, my flight-attendant doll inspired me to make a special action-adventure stick figure avatar for antiterrorism jagged-edge (hmmm).

So, I generated my special stick-figure 'god' of airport terrorism paranoia, drawn from that special personalized universe of comic arts for cartoon-like thinking for (basic) capitalism race courage (ha). My stick-figure 'avatar' was something like reflection for my language pronouncements of Earthling traffic-jellyfish (for doubts/humor!).

TRAVELER: Nice day for pre-'25 travel/hospitality, airport man.

ME: You said it.

TRAVELER: Well, I like your little jacket pocket stick-figure paste-figure there.

ME: Thanx!

TRAVELER: Think there's terrorists abound here today/here/now, airport man?

ME: Who doesn't worry?

TRAVELER: Chicago's insurance (no?).

ME: Farewell.

That's my Selfie-life snapshot for Earthling cleats, folks. I'm Airport Man, a man of Earth-transit language for hospitality and leviathan/uncertainty. Consider me your special hallways messenger of pre-'25 worry and confidence for what's become special metaphysics of transit and sportsmanship (for the Ego!). Wasn't it Shakespeare who wrote, "If music be the food of love, play on"?