I’m in the airport security line. Passengers are taking off their shoes and jackets, putting their laptops and liquids into bins for the x-ray machine. TSA employees are calling out reminders to remove belts and money from pockets. It was a morning flight, so in the bin along with my purse and toiletries, was my breakfast.
“Oh, I’m sorry, those muffins can’t go through,” says the TSA guy.
I take a beat, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. Then I smile, “Oh, because they look too good, right?”