The agents were huddled together, and recognized us. “What did you do with the fish?” they asked, “What did you do with the fish!?”
Sensing a chance for comeuppance, Trey put on his “stone-cold-supportive-protector” face and said with great dramatics, “You know what … we flushed him. We flushed him because you made us [pause for effect]. You killed my girlfriend’s fish. No, you made her kill her fish … Happy holidays.”
I just read a section of Beyond Fear with some both chilling and amusing insights into how “secure” we are in the post-9/11 world when I read this article about how some TSA minion insisted a college student’s pet fish had to be X-rayed or disposed of.
I dunno: a Betta fish doesn’t scare me all that much but stupid minions of a misguided bureaucracy do.