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12 years ago
I recently went on a trip to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with a close friend. Due to the distance currently separating us, the involvement of a flying contraption was required. Which of course includes passing through a security checkpoint.
On the way, I followed the instructions, placed my carry on bags and other objects in the bins, on the conveyor belt and passed through the larger system myself. On the other side I awaited my belongings while a gentleman was looking at a screen with a very confused expression on his face. At this point he asks another gentleman to join him in examining said screen. After a few moments the second gentleman removes the bag, and asks to whom it belongs. I make my presence and ownership known and he informs me it needs to be opened and further inspected. I agree and he walks me over to a table to the side and begins fishing through my bag before removing an unopened bottle of Bad Dragon Cumlube (white to be specific) at which point he examined the bottle intensely for a few moments before looking up at me with a raised eyebrow and informing me he must test the contents.
Together we move a half a dozen more steps over to a machine where he took a swab of it, placed it in the aforementioned machine and then proceeded to discuss with a third gentleman after having handed him the bottle. They spoke in hushed tones while the machine worked and when it and they were finished, the second gentleman returned to me with the bottle. He then informed me that the machine said it was safe, however the bottle's size was too large and that the rule states you can't have a liquid of more than a certain amount on the plane (which this was over) unless it was medicinal, which his supervisor (the third gentleman with whom he was speaking) informed him it was. Failing slightly to completely hide my surprise at the verdict, I took the bottle, placed it back in the bag, and apologized for the mishap.
After having collected all my belongings and replacing my footwear, I continued toward the end of the security area where I walked past the third gentleman (the supervisor) whom caught my glance, eye-to-eye and said, "Have a happy Thanksgiving", followed with a wink and a wide smile.
^\\\^;
On the way, I followed the instructions, placed my carry on bags and other objects in the bins, on the conveyor belt and passed through the larger system myself. On the other side I awaited my belongings while a gentleman was looking at a screen with a very confused expression on his face. At this point he asks another gentleman to join him in examining said screen. After a few moments the second gentleman removes the bag, and asks to whom it belongs. I make my presence and ownership known and he informs me it needs to be opened and further inspected. I agree and he walks me over to a table to the side and begins fishing through my bag before removing an unopened bottle of Bad Dragon Cumlube (white to be specific) at which point he examined the bottle intensely for a few moments before looking up at me with a raised eyebrow and informing me he must test the contents.
Together we move a half a dozen more steps over to a machine where he took a swab of it, placed it in the aforementioned machine and then proceeded to discuss with a third gentleman after having handed him the bottle. They spoke in hushed tones while the machine worked and when it and they were finished, the second gentleman returned to me with the bottle. He then informed me that the machine said it was safe, however the bottle's size was too large and that the rule states you can't have a liquid of more than a certain amount on the plane (which this was over) unless it was medicinal, which his supervisor (the third gentleman with whom he was speaking) informed him it was. Failing slightly to completely hide my surprise at the verdict, I took the bottle, placed it back in the bag, and apologized for the mishap.
After having collected all my belongings and replacing my footwear, I continued toward the end of the security area where I walked past the third gentleman (the supervisor) whom caught my glance, eye-to-eye and said, "Have a happy Thanksgiving", followed with a wink and a wide smile.
^\\\^;
He was either furry or gay. XD
Phrasing! >.<
Conspiracy, and fascists, and some other things from 1999.
Wait wait wait...
'For internal use only'??
*headdesk*
Good end, at least! And.. ah.. would 'thank you for sharing' be inappropriate, here? This isn't the kind of warm-fuzzy holiday story one tends to expect..