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Robbie tugged at the TSA uniform blouse and worried. His friend Harvey, a one-year TSA veteran, had said it might take a couple of hours to find what they wanted.
In the crowded airport corridor, Robbie finally heard from Harvey on his cell phone. A minute later, he saw the woman.
“Sorry, ma’am, we have to re-screen that bag. You’ll get it back. Here’s a receipt.”
Bag in hand, Robbie ducked into a men’s room stall and pulled off the borrowed TSA blouse. Inside the bag, as promised, was the diamond jewelry Harvey had seen minutes before on the x-ray.