Sounds a little like my story, I went Deer Hunting in Michigan and got lucky, processed deer for the butcher shop and got blood all over my boots. Being handicapped from Vietnam, when they told me to take off my boots, I said that I need help. The security man took off my boots, everthing was scaned and I was allowed to go forward to my gate.

The security man said to me, "Is this blood on your boots", yes. So being helpful I asked for the supervisor why wasn't I stopped because I had blood all over my boots and the agent asked me if it was blood. I told him yes. The supervisor said why are you telling me this story, I thought all the blood on the hands would have at least been followed. He said, go ahead, we don't care about the blood, we have to check that nobody is hiding anything in the shoes.

Without missing a beat, the supervisor said, move to your assigned gate, or you will get arrested for holding up security, they have a job to do. I went and grabed a seat, an older women said, they let you on the plane with blood on your boots. Yes, but don't ask where it came from, they are doing their job and I don't want to get in trouble. We had eye contact as we both laughed out loud, we realized that if we are too happy, the happy police will get us. Are mutual smiles said it all.

Life is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifing nothing...

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