So my mom is in her 70s and she told me this story when she came back from Florida:
"We were going to the airport and you know, we like getting to the airport a few hours
early for flight so there's no rush. We packed a beer, a few apples cut in half so it's easier to break them open, a few sandwiches all in a plastic bag. As we went through
the line I told the TSA agent that we have a beer, what they really understood of that wasn't clear, but the snack went through the xray machine and the TSA agent pulled out the beer and asked my mom severely, is this yours? she said yes, I told them I had a beer! do you want to drink it?
he said can't do it mam, against the rules, So she said Oh! I don't even throw away orange juice! usually I share the beer with my husband but he already went through the line, so I asked him can I just drink it he said ok! I'll walk you out of the line, some guy behind her muttered approval. She hid behind one of the big pillars and took a few swigs of her beer, finishing most of it and went back through the line. Some fellow was upset and screaming a few lines away. Too cute a story to not post, goodnight folks!
OBAMA 2012!