School/Work Balance

(During my senior year of high school, I go with my dad one day to San Diego to check Prestigious College I was accepted at, during my spring break. It is five am and the security line has just opened. There’s roughly ten TSA agents actually working and about ten more just standing around doing nothing. I’m putting my shoes back on when two agents behind me, who have been discussing a club they went to over the weekend, notice me.)

TSA Agent: *condescendingly* “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

Me: “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

(Everyone that heard me laughed and the agent sulked away embarrassed.)