Seeing off the SeaTac sweetie

No one, neither puggle nor Jew, escapes the "drink all your water, Johnny" police that work at the airport. I actually saw two power-drunk rent-a-cops double-team a dude with their pepper spray and nightsticks because he tried to slip past them with a fruit punch juice box. I would have reported it but they made vague and threatening comments about ever seeing my luggage again. The closer you drift to Tacoma the more you get a sense of it being every man for himself.