Fly Clear

At airport, someone zoomed through the security line with a privileged air, leaving us normal people enviously curious. I observed. Impressive machines hide behind the entrance guarded by burly uniformed. “How do I?” “Have 30 minutes?” I did and could get a card like that privileged one. Excited.

“Government is finally making progresses,” I thought as I fed personal information into the machine with an appetite. Then the kiosk asked for $128 for a year’s services. “Yack!” Would company pay for this?

I walked away. Not paying that for a card that probably save me just minutes each time.

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