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I am in the endless TSA line at Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport at 7:30 a.m. following my 3-hour drive from home as flights were cancelled due to torrential rains. The TSA agent was not having a good day – or week – or life! Southern humorist motioned me over since my luggage did not pass the TSA screening test. With a stern, disgusted face, she begrudgingly rummaged through zipper after zipper looking for whatever may have seemed to be a potential threat to humanity