Evening the Odds

Dan paused at the body scanner. There was a gorilla perched at the TSA agent's desk. Its nostrils flared, and it turned its deep-set eyes toward Dan. "Why is there a gorilla?" Dan asked. The guard glanced up. "Every hundredth passenger or so, he goes berserk and tears them to pieces. It's a new program." "How does this make anyone safer?" "Oh, it's not about safety. Cars kill dozens of times as many people as airplane crashes. We just figured we'd try to get some of that PR going for us." The gorilla snorted. It was almost smiling at Dan.