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Fly a lot for business. I hate the TSA rummaging through my bags and then when I open my suitcase my shirts are all wrinkled with their little note saying they have inspected.
So about 4 or 5 years ago I decided to turn the tables on these goons. I took some white underwear and took a brown crayon and made massive skid marks on them, oh yes and left little chunks of brown crayon there as well for additional gross factor. I put these on the top of everything so when you open my suitcase.......there they are! I don’t know if they open the suitcase and quickly close it, but since I’ve done this I have never once had a suitcase inspected because I’ve never again gotten one of those bag inspection tags inside my bag.
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One of my old buddies was a professional actor in LA. He played mostly bit parts (despite his having an MFA in theatre). He was at home visiting his folks in NC when he got a sudden casting call (and it was for a cowboy). I gave him a lift to the RDU airport.
The replica Colt 45 in his carry on landed us both in trouble. He’d seriously forgotten that he’d tossed it in. He made his flight, sans weapon. I was escorted out and given the replica and a stern warning. This was in the early 80s. I shudder to think of what would have happened if we’d been that dumb more recently.
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