I was ready to ask questions, but he had a few for me. “Are you Eileen Blass” Yup, I said. “Are you flying out on Delta?” Uh huh. “Did you check a large black bag?” Yes. Then I heard my heartbeat in my head. Andrea and I looked at each other. Huh? This was my entire fault?

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I stepped outside to catch my breath. Oh…my…God…the media had arrived. Live TV trucks, a reporter doing a stand up, video being shot, a still photographer walking around, a man carrying a reporter’s notebook. It was “breaking news.” Watching the scene unfold, I felt like I was watching my own funeral. It was creepy.

That is funny, except when you are the onw involved, I guess!