Because it showed the mindset.
He wasn’t borrowing.
He was taking.
They reached the counter and handed over passports.
He slid my credit card forward like it belonged to him.
The agent swiped it once.
Frowned.
Swiped again.
Then she picked up the phone.
My husband started tapping the counter, impatient, entitled.
He leaned in like he could bully the system into cooperating.
Two minutes later, two uniformed officers arrived.
And behind them, a stern man in a suit.
That’s when the announcement came—cold, procedural, and final.
The kind of announcement that doesn’t care about excuses.
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