So I’m on ‘vacation’ right now, down in South Carolina visiting some family (Vandals please note there is a flock of Hobos with knives guarding my home). I got here through Lambert-St. Louis International Airport. On the shuttle from the parking lot, I happened to meet a nice couple taking the same flight as me, on their way to North Carolina to visit their granddaughter. Chatting with them in the shuttle, we connected over how we were all going to be pushing the 3.4 oz. of alcohol limit. Behind them in the security line, we made it through the metal detector, but they kept rerunning his bag through the X-Ray machine. They did it about three times before they finally asked him to open it. Knowing about the alcohol, I figured they were on to us and I was next. While quickly trying to put back on my belt and Converse OF TERROR(ism) thinking I was next, I watched as they pulled a small round container out of his rolling case, the size of a large thing of face cleanser filled with something blue.
How dare this man and his wife bring something that endangers me on a plane… OH wait, it’s cookie dough. Yes that’s right, TSA needed to investigate his cookie dough. His wife had put it in his bag before they left the house. I grabbed my bag (booze in tact) and sat in the chairs at the end to tie my shoe and wait. Now, I will give TSA some credit, the cookie dough was blue. Strange? Yes. Dangerous? Doubtful. My favorite part of this was when they brought out the kit to check the cookie dough for explosive substances. Finally, after clearing it for the safety of others, they let him take a handful of it.
OK. I get questioning it, I get testing it, but I don’t get the handful of it. Anyone feel free to disagree, but if they take the time to test a softball size lump of something and it comes out cool, plus they look like a couple of hippie grandparents, let it on the plane. Let their granddaughter have blue cookies.
http://www.tsa.gov/blog/
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