Saving Jeff hits a Snag, and Training saves the day.

The latest installment of a story that should have been allowed to die long ago. I would like to say a special thanks to +Mike Raven  for adding the delightful Part 7. It was wonderful, but, Jeff is going to be a little unhappy about the hole in his elbow

(If you haven't read all of the epic Saving Jeff series, don't delay, read now so you don't spoil this episode - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, Part 6, Part 7 and part 8.)

Bob was not used to the TSA screening process. Military transports relied on brutal obedience for security. Needless to say Bob didn't understand bins, belts, and body scanners. 

He was hustled off to a small section cordoned off by screens, and temporary walls. They took his lighter, his bottle opener, and his cork screw. All of which served to anger Bob. But, the thing that really irked him was the callous, caustic disregard. 

When he finally got back to the boat he looked at the Leukocytes and said "I can't believe the way they treat people. Like common criminals. They just assume everybody is guilty. Who do those guys think they are?"

"Don't let it get to you." One of the Leukocytes said. "We have a long way to go. We took another guy up there a while ago. He was like you. A shrunken human. Maybe he can help us find the problem."

Bob relaxed, grabbed a bottle of Sauvignon blanc, and stretched out on the canopy over the cockpit. Only to realize he didn't have a cork screw. In boot camp they had taught him how to open wine in emergency situations, thank God. 

He smashed the bottle on the superstructure of the boat, breaking the top off, and leaving a jagged, razor sharp opening. Drinking deeply without cutting a single nick, he sighed and fell asleep. The bottle stayed upright in his hand and didn't lose a drop. There is no substitute for training.