A few weeks ago my mother rang me to ask if she could bring (read: smuggle) alcohol on an upcoming flight. I chuckled before I realised she was serious, and then I continued to laugh.
“Mom, there are rules in place for carrying liquids through security, and TSA are particularly unforgiving.”
“But what if I can fit it inside a ziploc baggy?” she inquired.
So I googled it, and lo and behold there’s a subset of the air bound population maxing out their liquids limit by stuffing as many miniatures as possible into a small plastic bag.
But my mother wasn’t about to spend out on miniatures, not when she already had alcohol at home, and certainly not when she had a number of 3 ounce bottles in her possession.
My mom is almost as classy as I am. Almost.
And that, my friends, is how my mom came to get three 3 ounce eyedropper bottles of gin through security in her bag.
The same bag that she put in the bin and couldn’t access throughout the entire flight.
I *love* that she couldn’t access her bag throughout the whole flight. This is too much.
You should see her when she does drink! So funny.
Why did she put it in the bin, after all that?
It was by accident.