A Disturbing Amount Of Enthusiasm
Every time I fly I always have this weird urge to start messing with security. I know that would be a terrible idea and the best I could hope for as a result of my actions would be to go to jail where I’m sure I’d be traded for a pack of cigarettes.
Never the less that self destructive urge is in me every time I travel. I am afraid that one day I’ll crack. In fact I’m sure of it.