“Can I get a supervisor to terminal b?” Hank radioed for assistance. “This should take just a moment. Airport security thanks you for your patience.” He spoke looking at his computer screen.
“Hank, what’s up?” Asked his supervisor, Stacey, moments later.
“That’s ‘what’s up’,” Hank said tapping the screen.
“What is that?” Stacey was perplexed. “Did you ask the flyer?”
“I don’t know if answers would clear anything up,” Hank had a headache.
“I see a suitcase full of empty Cheetos bags and apple cores. Full.” Stacey said.
“I win for weirdest scan this week?” Hank had a good day.