SS I've Been Deputized By The TSA!
I am at the airport now; I got here early for my flight so I could join some conference calls from the clubroom. I am off to visit my family, and am bringing some family heirloom pieces, which are fragile, with me; I checked my bag so I could hand carry these through security. They are packed very well by my darling husband, in a Jameson's Irish Whiskey box.
As I was going through the security screening, I did the whole routine - computer in a separate bin, shoes off, etc etc, and I placed the Jameson's Irish Whiskey box in a separate bin. The guy behind me in line looked at me and said "you can't have that! it's liquor (or liquid, he was kind of shouting)." "No, sir, it's not. It's some fragile items that are packed in that box, because it's sturdy." "No it's not! You have booze in there! You can't have that! Guard! Guard!"
(he actually started yelling "guard" like we were in the poky and I was menacing him with a shiv.)
The TSA guys started over, and SS leaned over, reached past me, and snatched the box right out of the bin. He started waving it aloft, yelling "here it is here it is!"
Well, the TSA guy who had checked my ID and with whom I had chuckled about the box was mercifully the first one over to me. He knew what it was. He took it out of the man's hands, and put it back in the bin. Then he put the bin onto the belt, and stepped back, glaring at the guy.
I continued the process, a bit shaken. I was patted down, I guess in response to the nutty reaction, then collected my things. When I looked back, "my" TSA guy had Mr SS at the scanner but was waiting for me to clear security before letting him pass.
SS is not in this club....I have no idea what I would have done if he were.