I was feeling rather cranky about being herded like cattle as the guard walked us back to the waiting area until the girl next to me gushed to her friend:
"Wow! I just love this. I feel like the president being escorted by the Secret Service!"
Once again, as Nietzche said:
"There are no facts, only interpretations."
P.S. Speaking of the Secret Service, I am, as you can see, quite LITERALLY With Her.