Run-in with the TSA
Rich and I met up during his cousin's wedding in Maine. Since we split our stuff in a rather hasty manner, I have boxes of his books and CDs, and he has some things of mine. I asked him to bring a small plastic backpack that I knew had toiletries stuffed inside of it. I got woken up by a call from him early Fri. morning at the airport. He'd been stopped and searched during the security check. I then remembered that we had used that plastic backpack as the "random stuff bag," tossing in loose things around the apartment as we were clearing out of it. Apparently, the bag had been filled with a hammer, screwdrivers, nails, a lighter, an exacto-knife/blade thing, and......... a cap gun. Needless to say, they removed all of those things from his bag, and he was allowed on his way with the original toiletries that I had wanted. Rich was not happy, but at the time when he called, I couldn't stop laughing. It was like a TSA training exercise, or a rundown of the list of what not to bring on a plane.