Flying back home from my recent Bahamas trip, I threw three cans of chili in my bag. It was expensive chili, since everything in the Bahamas is expensive, and I wanted to eat it when I got back home. I’m a cheapass.
I never check bags. Checking bags is a waste of time. So walking through security at the Airport in Miami, they called me aside and informed me they had to physically inspect my bag’s contents.
Since freedom died in America long ago, I shrugged at one of the usual symptoms of the decline of Western Civilization, and proceeded to watch the minimum wage security guy rifle through my socks and underwear, looking for bombs.