Showing TSA You’re Sick Of Them

(I’m about to board a flight for home after a long vacation. My son has been sick in the car, so I had put all his dirty, soiled clothes in a bag to wash later. At security, a grumpy looking inspector, picks up the bag.)

Me: “Ah, I must warn you, my son’s dirty clothes are in there.”

Inspector: *scowls at me* “Pipe down, lady. I’ll be the judge.”

(I shut up as he paws through my son’s dirty things. His scowl becomes bigger and bigger, until it turns into disgust. He shoves the bag back at me, and sprays on hand sanitizer over and over.)

Me: “I told you so, your Honor.”