It’s time for another episode of Butch’s Adventures with TSA. In today’s tale, we learn about those forbidden words.
After smooth sailing through the millimeter wave image monster (no doubt because I sing-songed my hello to the agent staffing the magic pink and blue buttons), I collected my stuff from the belt.
The benches were full of travelers getting dressed, so I moved over to the table where they do they bomb swipey thing. As I was grabbing the only liquid I had removed from my batchel – a tiny travel cologne flask – I noticed an agent I like.
Me: How’s my favorite TSA agent today?
Agent: Good! It’s my Friday.
Me: (sprays cologne) Mine too!
Agent: That smells good… What is it?
Me: Spicebomb. Oh. Can I say that here?
Me: You should see the bottle.
Agent: Do you carry it? (Eyes my bag)
Me: I stopped after I got pulled for search the second time.
Agent: (laughs) Have a great trip!
There you go. A nice TSA agent who has a sense of humor.
It’s Butch to be nice to the TSA even when they’ve not always been nice to you. Be Butch.