Five months after 9/11 happened I had to fly with my boss. We flew from Vancouver to Seattle to pick up some co-workers, then on to
. We’re sitting in
airport and there are soldiers walking around with machine guns and deadly-serious expressions on their faces. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
Then my boss sees the people we’re supposed to meet at the far end of the terminal. He decides it would be funny to get their attention by jumping in front of the soldiers, throwing his arms in the air, and screaming like a lunatic “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Please God don’t shoot!’”
It was five months after 9/11… in an international airport. The word ‘stupid’ is woefully inadequate.