I know what you’re thinking, and yes, airports do indeed have holding cells. I imagine they routinely contain those passengers who live for a little aerial chaos- those who sow the seeds of cruising altitude rebellion.
I never thought this cell would hold a man whose chief motivation in his task…nay, his life, was Easter joy.
All I wanted was for the children of the airport to have some innocent fun as they hunted for day-old dyed eggs. Yes, there were things required to make this happen, things that on a normal day would probably make other people look twice.