You'll all be happy to know that the skies are safe to fly again. After a few very tense moments, TSA successfully relieved me of my strawberry Yoplait. The terror level can now be lowered from Who Cares? to Seriously, who cares?.
After frisking me because my shirt was slightly baggy (I'll be sure to wear my Catwoman costume next time) my dairy dessert simply had to go because it was larger than 3 ounces. The best part was watching him inspect the label to see the size of the yogurt. As we all know, nothing dangerous could be made from anything less than 3 ounces, even if you're allowed to bring as many of those aboard as you want.
I seriously considered grabbing two of the Ziploc baggies they always have and splitting it up and offer to run those through X-Ray. After all, we both saw how much was in one container and split up they'd both be under the limit. And as a bonus, they'd be in the ultra-secure terror-proof food safe bags that are required for national security. In the TSA officer's defense, he did offer to let me eat it right there so it wouldn't go to waste. It's always a sight watching old ladies slam down bottles of water as if there'd be none on "the other side."
I've also heard they shove bamboo shoots under your fingernails if they find cottage cheese.
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