A few weeks ago I flew from Minneapolis to Little Rock to visit a friend of mine. My layover was in St. Louis. As I exited the plane, entered the gate area and began to get my bearings, I noticed an overstuffed canvas briefcase underneath a chair. There was not a single person sitting within three chairs of the briefcase. There was no one standing even remotely near it.
In a voice loud enough for everyone in the waiting area to hear me I said, “If this bag belongs to anyone, you better come and get it now. If not, I will immediately report it to security!”
A guy walked up to me with a “gee-whiz” smile on his face, grabbed the bag and asked, “Now why would you want to do that?”
“Well sir, you are supposed to have your bags with you at all times. Otherwise, how are we supposed to know whether or not it is a B-O-M-B?” (Yes, I spelled it.)
Incredulously I replied, “Well, if you want your bag to be destroyed in the investigation process, be my guest.”
Exasperated, he picked up his bag and went back to his place at the end of the line so he could check in for his flight.
I was embarrassed to have made such a public display but I could not live with myself if I hadn’t. Did Oklahoma City even make an impact on this jerk?
My neighbor says I broke the cardinal rule: Don’t get involved.