I have hard time seeing how anyone forgets they have a handgun in their luggage. I would bet they find a lot of handguns in suitcases of the rich and powerful. And I will be after he makes the proper payments he gets to say “Sorry, I inadvertently left it in my luggage”.
“I have hard time seeing how anyone forgets they have a handgun in their luggage. “
I don’t. In a previous life I used to work for that agency at the airport that annoys people. We used to find guns on a regular basis.
1. Elderly black woman with a .25 in her purse tried to pass it through x-ray. I didn’t fault her for carrying it. She probably needed it but the popo took it away and cited her
2 A woman with 2 small children and a granny with a walker. The mother had a snubbie revolver in a plastic bag in the diaper wipes bag. The only thing that kept her from being arrested was that CPS was full that evening so no place for her kids. The popo took the gun and wrote her a citation to appear.
She had the gall on the return trip to go up to the popo and demand her gun back. I was talking to the cop when she did that. He told her to GTFO and hire a lawyer for 10-15K so she could get her $500 gun back. She stormed off in a huff. LOL.
So someone being a dumb ass and leaving a gun in their carry on doesn’t surprise me at all.
MRS. BUSCH: Alright, honey muffin! Do you have everything? Because you left a bunch of rubbers in your bag when you came home last time, and I don't like seeing you have to lug around things you don't need!
MR. BUSCH: Ah, well...I know that looks bad, but...
MRS. BUSCH: It's okay, my love! I know it isn't as it appears. By the way, I wouldn't carry those little blue pills mixed in with the other pills in your shaving kit! Homeland Security is very strict about unlabeled pills all mixed together. I removed them for you this time.
MR. BUSCH: Oh, uh, well...sweetheart, it isn't how it appears...
MRS. BUSCH: I know, pumpkin! I believe you. I took a last look through your bag just to make sure you didn't have anything in there that might attract attention the way those rubbers and blue pills might. I know how absent minded you are when you are busy, and I just want to help in any way I can.
MR. BUSCH: Um...okay. Listen, if I have time after I get out of my meeting when I get down there, I'll give you a call, okay?
MRS. BUSCH: I look forward to it! Toodle-doo!
AT THE MEXICAN CUSTOMS IN THE CANCUN AIRPORT
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT: Good day, Sir. May I see your passport?
MR. BUSCH: Sure. Here you go.
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT: (frowning) Sir...what is your home address?
MR. BUSCH: Oh? Ah, 723 Baker Drive, Mooresville, North Carolina in the states.
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT: (frowning) I see. Excuse me, Sir. (summons another Mexican Customs Agent. After whispering, they call over a uniformed guard with an M-16) Sir, would you place your bag on the table over there please?
MR. BUSCH: Er, okay. Is there something wrong? I'm Kyle Busch, the race car driver. You know, "zoom-zoom" (makes steering motions with his hands)
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT 2: (has a furrowed brow) Mr. Busch...that is your real name, right?
MR. BUSCH: Uh...yeah. Is there something wrong? (armed guard moves closer)
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT 2: Your address has, ah...some problem. It looks like there was an erasure, and then it was covered with white-out and typed over it. Can you explain that?
MR. BUSCH: I...I...uh, don't know...it was okay last time I came down...I, uhhh...
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT: (rummaging through suitcase) What's this? (holds handgun aloft between index finger and thumb)
MR. BUSCH: What? That...that...I...I didn't put that there! I must have forgotten it.
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT: (extracting a dark brown, tightly taped bundle about the size of videocassette. Speaks in a low, menacing, hissing voice) What is this?
MR. BUSCH: What? That's not mine! I don't know what that is! (he is shoved to the floor, several more armed guards run over as handcuffs are placed on his wrists)
MEXICAN CUSTOMS AGENT 2: (testing substance) My God. This is a brick of Fentanyl. Mexico takes drug smuggling very seriously. Do you know what the penalty is in this country for drug smuggling, especially for Fentanyl?
SIX MONTHS LATER AT 723 BAKER STREET, MOORESVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA
MRS. BUSCH: (sitting next to the pool with a Daquiri) Oh! Look everyone! It is a letter from Kyle!
LETTER: YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE! I WAS SODOMIZED IN A VAT OF MEXICAN BEAN BEETLES BY SINALOA CARTEL MEMBERS BECAUSE I COULDN'T GIVE THEM MONEY! HELP ME! HELLLLLLP!