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. …