Evening at McCarran Airport

So, I’m here in Las vegas. You have to get the image here. There’s a mov­ing side­walk that leads right into a fun­nel of dou­ble doors off of the A gates — the pas­sage nar­rows con­sid­er­ably, which shouldn’t be a prob­lem with nor­mal traf­fic flow. But this is not nor­mal traf­fic flow. This is post 9/11 traf­fic flow. Some­one just found some­thing ter­ri­fy­ing in the big open area on the other side of the dou­ble doors and caused a lock-down. The doors shut auto­mat­i­cally and this stream of peo­ple from the mov­ing side­walk just sort of… slammed into them. But they’re like lem­mings, these peo­ple. They didn’t adjust like fluid and move around the mov­ing side­walk to the sides, back up the hall­way. No, these peo­ple just dog-piled, let­ting their lug­gage and bod­ies just fall into one another. For five min­utes this has been hap­pen­ing and it’s not stop­ping…

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OK, so it’s stopped, the doors are open and no one knows what it was, just that it has to do with a secu­rity breach at the Burger King.

Say it again. A secu­rity breach at the Burger King.

That’s rich.