encounters with TSA
I just thought I'd mention my weird encounters with TSA because, while they're never unpleasant, they are always weird and funny:
- The first one i can remember is flying to Seattle with Lili for Kristi's wedding. It was pretty much the flights from hell because we thought we missed our flight in LAX because our connecting flight was late and should have already left and nobody could tell us if it had and then we asked where X terminal was and everyone kept saying that it didn't exist. Then we figured out where it was but you had to leave the airport then go back in to get to it. Finally, when we're resigned to the fact we missed it and wait in the you-connecting-flight-left-without-you line, the nice airport people run to find us and tell us our flight hasn't left yet. Yay! It's leaving in 15 minutes. Uh oh. So we rush through security again and my sister gets stopped. It was because they thought the "unity sand" she was taking up for our sister was cocaine. Priceless. Made that plane.
- On my way home to Boston, the TSA lady had to bomb check my dinosaur lights because they had LEDs in them. She asked me why i had LED lights as she was pulling them out and i said, "because they're dinosaur lights and they were on clearance!!" She just looks at them and starts cracking up. I said, "aren't they cute?" and she had to agree.
- Lately, i can't seem to go through security without going through the naked detectors. They better be impressed.
- On my way to Sam's in North Carolina i baked her funfetti vanilla cupcakes and cake loaves as a birthday thing. I didn't frost them (cheesecake, by the way) because i thought they'd get yucky so i just took it with me. The lady at TSA asked if she could look in my cute brown polka dot shoe box-like thing i got from the container store when i was in New York with Renzo. I said sure. She exclaims how adorable it is. I tell her i got it from the container store. She opens it up and out wafts the smell of funfetti cake. She takes them out and extolls how delicious they look. She takes out the frosting and she says unfortunately, they're not going to let me take it. I panic. My cupcakes? No, the frosting. I'm like, fine with me as long as i can have the cakes because i baked them the night before. Then everyone TSA comes over and tries to convince me to part with one of the cake loaves because they smell so good and we start talking cake recipes. As i said, weird encounters with TSA.