I wonder...
Suppose, just suppose, five bottles of liquid HE were snuck past security at a backwater airport. Now the bottles are in the “sterile” zone.
Back water flight goes to a major airport. Before the mule makes his connecting flight he bumps into 4 old friends and “gifts” are exchanged.
Something to think about.
You don’t get much further into your “backwaters” than the airports in Montana, and based on my experiences, your scenario would be far more likely to occur at one of the Big BlueState air terminals than anyplace around here.
One advantage of living in a small town is a real good chance of being on first names and living down the road from somebody who happens to work for TSA, the Sheriff’s department or the biggest bank in town.....just like I do.
That didn’t keep one of my TSA neighbor’s co-workers from patting down my wife during our Christmas trip because she had some Norwegian treats in her carry on.
Only difference is that we tend to get smiles from our friends at the airport instead of half-a$$ed excuses at press conferences.
Good to see you around these parts Nully. Your dry sense of humor is needed these days.