Throw Me A Bone Here

| Working | January 24, 2017

(I am 12, coming back from visiting my aunt by myself. I am flying from Chicago to San Diego on a direct flight. I am running late, so I have to rush through security. I own a husky; she loves bones and rope toys. Naturally, I bought her a bone and a rope toy to bring back. I put them both in my carry on, to save room in my checked bag. My bag gets pulled aside regarding a suspicious matter. He goes through it and pulls out the rawhide bone, still wrapped with a dog on the front label.)

Security: “We don’t allow food through security.”

Me: *calmly* “It’s a wrapped dog bone. Not opened. Nor is it human food.”

Security: “Oh, sorry, I thought you were going to eat it.”

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