Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 14th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 14th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on May 14, 2006 on my old blog, back when I was still working and was flying all over the place for my job.

Honey, Look What I Scored Today

I was pleased to learn, via an e-mail I received earlier this month from American Airlines, that I could pack my toiletries — toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, shaving cream, and the like — into a quart-sized Ziplock baggie and bring it with me onto the airplane in my carry-on luggage. No more having to check my luggage at the ticket counter and retrieve it at baggage claim at the destination. Woo hoo! I would just have to remove the toiletry baggie from my roll-aboard and offer it up for scanning at the security area.

So when I flew from Boston to Los Angeles this past Monday, I packed my toiletries in the required baggie and, along with my laptop, my shoes, and my sport coat, put the baggie on the belt for separate screening through the airport security x-ray machine.

Unfortunately for me, I must have skimmed the very fine print in the e-mail relaying this good news. Had I read that fine print, I might have noticed that no one container could exceed three fluid ounces. It turned out that in my quart-sized baggie I had packed a half-used tube of Colgate toothpaste that, when new, had a net weight of 3.5 ounces, and a brand new, still sealed container of Gillette antiperspirant that was 4.0 ounces.

The TSA security guy carefully inspected my toiletries baggie. He opened it up and closely examined the used tube of Colgate and the deodorant. He looked at me and said, “I have to confiscate these. You can’t have any articles that exceed three ounces in your carry-on luggage. If you want to take these with you, you’ll have to check your bag.”

There was no way I was going to go back and get in the long line at the ticket counter to check my bag due to a half empty tube of toothpaste and some deodorant. Instead, I tried to reason with the guy and get him to give me a pass. “The tube of toothpaste is half empty,” I pointed out. “It can’t possibly weigh more than three ounces anymore. And the deodorant container, while larger than three ounces, is still sealed.”

My appeal didn’t work and after I gave up my toothpaste and deodorant, I was really pissed at the idiocy of it all. I steamed about it during the six-hour flight to Los Angeles, and all I could think of was this vision in my head of the TSA guy going home at the end of the day with a basket full of confiscating goodies.

I could see him walking in the door, going up to his wife, kissing her hello, and saying, “Honey, look at what I scored today. Here’s a brand new container of antiperspirant. It’s even still sealed. You can cross that off of your grocery list, babe.”