Cross-posted on DH:
I imagine we all want to take at least one toy with us when we travel; but what happens when that involves the TSA?
I left for a flight to Kona from St Louis in the spring with only carry-on luggage, and a Medium Duka-Cola Flint in said luggage.
After doing some reading online, I came to the conclusion that most people have little to no issue bringing dildos with them in their luggage...perhaps I misread and they meant non-glowing-studded-dragon-dildos
So the TSA fellas (two very handsome young guys) in St Louis, watching the xray screen paused, consulted each other, looked my direction; they shot a knowing/questioning look my way, which I returned with a slight nod and partial wink, and we were all on our separate ways, no issues at all.
Fast forward 20 hours to my connecting flight in LAX and the TSA agent was loaded for bear: she was reaching into bags and waving around handfuls of prismacolor markers wondering what terrorist plot the young artist guy in front of me had planned. So when it came time to open my bag, and before a decent sized dragon dick got paraded in front of hundreds of people (including my kids) I asked if we could go into the private consultation room.
We went in there: the angry TSA lady, a second set of eyes (a massive black dude who was as nice as she was mean), and little old me.
With gloves hands she started prodding through my bag and pulled out Flint with a disgusted look and an audible gasp, the other agent let out a low whistle and stifled a chuckle at the first agent's reaction. She pulled off her gloves, shot me the most puzzled look, sighed and said to repack my bag.
She then left and it was just me and the Male guard, and of course, I mean, I have no shame left so I just asked him how his day was going, and if that lady was normally so combative. He was a super nice guy and acted like dragon dicks in luggage are a perennial occurrence in his job.
We when left the room I heard him order the female agent to take a break and go cool off.
Honestly, I expected a potential issue at Lambert in St Louis, not at LAX, so I was caught off guard.
Anyhow, Flint made it to the island, had a great time, and was placed in checked luggage for the return trip home.
Hbu? Any travel horror stories?
I imagine we all want to take at least one toy with us when we travel; but what happens when that involves the TSA?
I left for a flight to Kona from St Louis in the spring with only carry-on luggage, and a Medium Duka-Cola Flint in said luggage.
After doing some reading online, I came to the conclusion that most people have little to no issue bringing dildos with them in their luggage...perhaps I misread and they meant non-glowing-studded-dragon-dildos
So the TSA fellas (two very handsome young guys) in St Louis, watching the xray screen paused, consulted each other, looked my direction; they shot a knowing/questioning look my way, which I returned with a slight nod and partial wink, and we were all on our separate ways, no issues at all.
Fast forward 20 hours to my connecting flight in LAX and the TSA agent was loaded for bear: she was reaching into bags and waving around handfuls of prismacolor markers wondering what terrorist plot the young artist guy in front of me had planned. So when it came time to open my bag, and before a decent sized dragon dick got paraded in front of hundreds of people (including my kids) I asked if we could go into the private consultation room.
We went in there: the angry TSA lady, a second set of eyes (a massive black dude who was as nice as she was mean), and little old me.
With gloves hands she started prodding through my bag and pulled out Flint with a disgusted look and an audible gasp, the other agent let out a low whistle and stifled a chuckle at the first agent's reaction. She pulled off her gloves, shot me the most puzzled look, sighed and said to repack my bag.
She then left and it was just me and the Male guard, and of course, I mean, I have no shame left so I just asked him how his day was going, and if that lady was normally so combative. He was a super nice guy and acted like dragon dicks in luggage are a perennial occurrence in his job.
We when left the room I heard him order the female agent to take a break and go cool off.
Honestly, I expected a potential issue at Lambert in St Louis, not at LAX, so I was caught off guard.
Anyhow, Flint made it to the island, had a great time, and was placed in checked luggage for the return trip home.
Hbu? Any travel horror stories?
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