The Word

A security guard leans against a pillar, idly surveying some of the airport's gates. He sees nothing interesting and sighs, thinking about how boring his job can be. At the very least he somewhat enjoys people-watching, and on a Saturday afternoon like today it can busy enough that he is more likely to see something noteworthy. As he scans the room, continuing to look for threats or anything interesting, he sees an average looking man leaning down and kissing a woman who is sitting in one of the chairs to wait for a plane. The guard slightly stiffens, preparing to talk to them if it gets out of hand, but then pauses as he realizes that he has seen the woman before. He looks to the woman's right and sees the strong looking man that he remembered her holding hands with sitting next to her. As he starts to really wonder what their relationship is like or what's going on, the guard sees the new man turn and speak to the guy that he had initially assumed was the woman's boyfriend.

The guard starts to approach them and can just make out the stronger man meekly handing over what appears to be his ID and plane ticket. The guard quickens his pace, and as he does he sees the man say something to each of the other two. The stronger man promptly grabs his things and heads towards the exit, and the woman starts to walk towards another group of passengers waiting for their own plane.

The guard pauses, thinking about who to approach, and then pushes through the crowd towards the man who still hasn't started leaving. When he gets there the man is sitting in what used to be the woman's chair, engrossed in his phone.

"Excuse me, sir," the guard begins, "could I see your ID?" The man sighs and looks up slowly, then hands the guard an ID. He looks at it and sees that it is in fact the ID for the stronger man, so he says, "Sir, this doesn't appear to be your ID. Do you have your own? If not I may have to have you come with me."

"It is my ID, believe me," the man says as he takes it from the guard's hands and turns his attention back to his phone.

"Of course, my apologies sir," says the guard, confused as to what he had been thinking.

He starts to walk away, but before he takes his second step the man again looks up and says, "On second thought, sexually harass at least one woman a day until you get fired and forget about me."

The guard looks around, wondering why he's come to this location. Suddenly, he sees a woman he had seen holding a strong man's hand earlier across a walkway trying to slyly rub a man's dick while touching her own boobs. He runs in that direction and the man sitting down behind him chuckles before turning his attention back to his phone.