God Bless TSA

I bought tequila at the duty free in Mexico for my dad - that meant they gave it to me when I got on the airplane. . I attached it to my back pack and forgot it about it. My flight from Mexico was almost an hour late so when I got into Customs I was rushing like crazy. I missed my flight, of course, so slightly pissed off, but mostly amused (because there was another flight I could catch), I rechecked my bags.

I meandered up the stairs to the security check point so that I could go back into the airport and wait.

TSA: Do you have any liquids with you?
Me: No.
TSA: What's this?
Me: Oh. . well, that's liquid I guess, good point. But it's Duty Free, I got it after I got on the airplane.
TSA: Nope, you have to check it.
Me: Well I can't, my bags are already gone.
TSA: Well, you could check the bag on your back.
Me: But I already checked 2 bags.
TSA: Ohhh. . that'll be like 80 bucks.
Me: There's no way I can. . .I mean, I got it Duty Free.
TSA: Nope.
Me: But. .
TSA: Nope. You can run down and see if your bags are still there.


Which I did, and they were gone of course. Really. . you really think that between customs and the security check point, during which time I had no chance to exit the building or go through my things, I dumped the tequila out and made a bomb. . seriously???

Big breath. . .about 3 of them. . and then I just laughed. Gave the tequila to one of the people who had missed their flight and was being forced to stay in Houston, and went on home.

Sorry dad. . it was probably shitty tequila anyways.