A friend of mine told me one of the funniest airport security stories I've heard in awhile last night.
Apparently her rather straight-laced, math professor of a brother was traveling with his family a bit ago. They all got pulled out of the security line and subjected to The Search. The security agent reached into the brother's backcpack and was feeling around for contraband when suddenly her hand stopped and she looked at him.
"Would you care to explain, sir?"
"It's my snack."
"Snack?"
The agent pulled out a Ziploc bag with two beets and a corndog, strategically placed, I'm sure. The brother didn't want the beets to go to waste, since they would be on vacation for awhile, so he had cooked them and brought them to eat on the plane. And the corndog? Well, I guess nothing goes with beets like a corndog.
Somehow that phrase just cracks me up. It's the perfect punchline to almost any joke. "Two beets and a corndog." How can you not laugh when you hear that?
