Wednesday morning, leaving Logan Airport in Boston, en route to Montreal: TSA agent:  “Excuse me.  What is that?” Me:  “An insulin pump.” Their mouth:  “Okay.” Wipe it down, test my hands, pass the screening, no issues, carry on with my carry-on. My mouth:  “Thanks!” Their mouth:  “Safe travels!” Thursday morning, leaving Montreal and headed back to Boston: Security agent:  “Bonjour. …