He Who Shall Not Be Planed

(I am working at the security checkpoint for staff to enter the baggage hold area. It’s right by one of the baggage claim carousels. Nearby is a large group of kids wearing identifier vests for a local charity camp. We tell them to wait right by us while they wait for their luggage to arrive. One curious kid can’t resist the opportunity to ask a few questions. My male coworker didn’t how to answer the little guy so it was up to the geek girl to answer everything.)

Kid: “Hey, what do you do?”

Me: “We protect the planes and baggage from bad guys.”

Kid: “Cool! Do you know Batman?”

Me: “Not personally. He lives in Gotham city. That’s a long way from here.”

Kid: *lists off a couple other superheroes and villains, and I correctly identify their locations* “So, how do you stop bad guys from getting in?”

Me: “By being bigger and meaner than those coming in.”

Kid: “But what if they drink a potion to become bigger?”

Me: “They would get their head stuck in the ceiling here.”

(I’m six foot and I can easily touch the low hanging ceiling.)

Kid: “But what if Voldemort returns?”

Me: “He would be in England so we would be pretty safe here.”

Kid: “You can’t know that! You must be prepared for anything!”

(That gets a chuckle from me and he turns to a friend, apparently done questioning me.)

Kid: “They don’t know Batman!”