Cleon and I stood there, calmly waiting in line for the TSA people to get around to sticking their fingers in our ears and mouths. We blankly watched a three-hundred-pound high school dropout in an ill-fitting, mustard-stained uniform take a seventy-year-old woman’s nail clippers from her and throw them away.
—Clinton J. Boomer, Royden Poole's Field Guide to the 25th Hour