So let's say it is the dead of summer. And let's say you have to fly to Florida. And not the grown-up fun part of California, like Miami. No, you have to fly through Orlando, land of Mickey Mouse and sticky heatstruck weeping children. And when you do so, you get stuck in the airport thanks to a TSA agent who is
I seem to remember that any liquid with a viscosity above 10^14 poise is classified as a solid. But if the TSA agent is so bad at geography, I doubt that he will have the first idea about physics.
It was a joke people. Can’t TSA agents have a sense of humour? I mean who doesn’t find the good old Strip Search the Nerd routine hilarious or how about the Plant the Gun on the Old Lady Bit?
Being a Statutory Attorney General does have certain privileges.
I seem to remember that any liquid with a viscosity above 10^14 poise is classified as a solid. But if the TSA agent is so bad at geography, I doubt that he will have the first idea about physics.
Give the guy a break, he got into trouble last month when he accepted a British Columbia license.
You mean 'Occupied' Mexico?
But they never buy you dinner afterwards.
Yea, but no FloridaMan!, or his sidekick Bad Judgement Boy.
Ah, what can any of us say about the TSA that hasn't already been said by Hardy to Laurel, Costello to Abbott, or Dicky to Tommy?
I always enjoy reading about the "disassemble the handicapped person's wheelchair or leg braces" routine.
I want to know why isn't it called District of America? Or America City?
It was a joke people. Can’t TSA agents have a sense of humour? I mean who doesn’t find the good old Strip Search the Nerd routine hilarious or how about the Plant the Gun on the Old Lady Bit?