It's one thing when I get stopped from boarding a plane because I have a common name and they need to make sure that I'm not a big fat T-word or something. Both coming and going. Like somehow between being let on the plane in Atlanta and trying to return to Atlanta a few days later I've been recruited for some T-word organization and should be re-checked. Whatever. Fine.

But…babies? Come on. If you don't have enough sense to know that somebody who's two isn't likely to have crawled off somewhere to get recruited without his or her parents' knowledge (or if you at least haven't RTFM for TSA procedures which supposedly says that 12 and under are exempt), we really need to get you away from customers, all right?

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