The Airport

                I was working at the airport and one of the security officers asked me to follow him to escort a passenger out of the airport. The man was being kicked out because he didn’t have the correct ticket to fly. I followed the officer to a large hanger where the passenger was slowly walking, deliriously towards the large hanger door.  I walked up behind him. He was about 5 feet tall and very round, long gnarled hair and his hygiene was somewhat lacking, and he was not wearing any pants. He noticed someone was following him and he turned around. His face was covered with peeling skin and long whiskers and foggy faded eyes, “Why are you following me?”  He asked, irritated.

                “I am just making sure everything is ok and that you make it to your car ok.” I replied nervously.

“I don’t need any help with that! You think I’m going to steal something don’t you?”

                “No sir, I’m just doing what the security officer asked me to do.” I turned to the officer; he was terrified standing behind me.

The man got angrier with me until he finally walked out the big bay door at the same time a big brown van pulled up. I walked over to the smaller door next to the big bay door and looked through the spy hole to see if he had left. As I did this he walked back in and saw me spying on him.

“Are you kidding me!?” He yelled, “I knew you didn’t trust me!”

“Sir calm down”

Needless to say he did not calm down.  He continued to get more and more irritated and angry. He walked towards me and started pushing me. The Security officer was nowhere to be seen. The man started  screaming words that made no sense. I wrestled with the man trying to get him to calm down.  The man produced a gun and pointed it at me. Shaking uncontrollably he continued screaming. I knew he would shoot it if I didn’t do something quick.  I grabbed his hand twisted his wrist and pulled the gun from his hand, the man still came after me. Pulling the trigger I put a bullet in his chest. “YEAH!!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW HUH? WHAT? WHAAAAT?  YOU PULL A GUN ON ME YOU BETTER PULL THE TRIGGER BOY!!!!” I exclaimed.   I continued with my bragging for a while.