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This is the moment of truth. Our eyes meet. Like Gandalf, the security person tells me I shall not pass, unless I do the thing , Article content

“Are you comfortable with me doing the procedure?” he asks. Article content

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“Yes,” I answer.

He tells me I have the right to ask for a private room. Or, he can do it out here in the security concourse of Edmonton International Airport.

“May as well do it here,” I say.

He asks for another security person to act as a witness, and then he runs his hand across my crotch. Then, up each thigh until he reaches the crown jewels. My hands are swabbed,

And, then, emotionless, he tells me. “Proceed.

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