After you finish your class, you head to the airport. You had never considered getting a job here, but your stepfather had spoken with attendants in the business class lounge the last time he was traveling. The attendants had mentioned that there were some part-time openings available when he had asked.
Most of the positions were full-time and required travel, but living in such a busy city, there were positions that a college student could work on the side, and I really needed the money. Too much of my clothes was being ruined or lost by Lisa and her friends.
I parked my car in the employee lot and walked towards the security checkpoint. Not even employees were given the luxury of not being screened.
"Halt," commanded the security guard. I could see a technician working on the machine behind him. "The scanner is not working right now. I'll have to check you the old-fashioned way:"
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