Come With Me
There's more than one way to end the vacation
Although I'm half expecting it, the buzzer and red lights scare me half to death as I step through the airport security scanner’s archway. Before I can fully react, a petite female member of staff approaches, taking over from captain buzzcut who had waved me forward. Guess men can't touch women. She ushers me aside and casts a quizzical eye all the way up me. “Señorita, I need to check over you.” She’s achingly European....