"What happened?", Clarence asks Queen. He recognizes her pouting while walking towards him with her suitcase.
"They made me throw my stuff away".
"Like what?"
"My perfume and stuff. They just don't want me to smell good".
"That's what TSA want, right?"
"Yes".
Clarence smirked, "Mhm".
"Clare, what?"
"What?"
"Why you say, 'Mhm'".
"Because TSA's goal is to not have you smellin' good".
"They always make me throw my smell goods away, though".
"So, they wake up every morning to check if you booked a flight, and all the TSA workers come together like, 'Oh nah, we can't have this girl Queen smellin' good'".
She scrunched her face up, "Shut up", he slapped his arm and sat down on the bench.
"Nah, I wanna let you know how dramatic you get".
When she was about to say something back, she sees Patty standing on the side.
"Look at Patty", she tells Clarence.
TSA is checking every single thing in his bag- lotion, deodorant, toothbrush, pants, shirts, the extra pair of earphone he brought, even the bag of chips he forgot he left in there. TSA is supposed to go through your stuff, not pull everything out and check it carefully...unless they think you could be a danger to the plane that you're about to get on.
Clarence starts to laugh as he realizes what's going on, "Free Patty. Niggas goin' all through his shit".
"Everybody is finished gettin' their stuff looked through and walking pass him and he's just on the side", Queen chuckles as she points out.
A security guard comes out of no where and tells Patty that he has to check him to see if he has anything.
"They bouta pat Patty", Clarence laughs.
Queen chuckles, "Patty bouta get patted".
At this point, he's annoyed. Patty pulls his phone out to record what's going on, meanwhile, Clarence has two tears racing to get to the bottom of his face. He has this funny looking crying and laughing face that he does. After getting everything checked and searched, he puts his sneakers back on and gets his bag and walks over to Clarence and Queen. They start walking to get to their plane.
"Yo, what happened, bro? Ya patty kept beepin' through the thing?"
"Hello no, first of all, he started wiping my stuff down talkin' bout, 'ohhh some of this stuff in lotions can be used as explosives'", Patty explains looking confused and offended at the same time.
Clarence laughs.
"Like do I look like a nigga that uses explosives. That nigga got me dumb tight".
"That's why I be gettin' nervous because I got a beard and I be wearin' du-rags and shit. These niggas probably think I'm about to do somethin' crazy but, they got you though".
"He was gettin' tight because I was recording him, too. He was like, 'can you out the phone down, I'm a have to check that too'".
"Bro, you should've said, 'Nah'".
"He probably would've shot me".
"Patty, I don't think they the ones that carry guns", Queen adds.
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General Fiction24 year old, Clarence White, is living a normal but non stress-free life. He is in a complicated relationship and also dealing with the responsibility of his two teenage cousins and his mother who has cancer- who he loves more than anything in this...
