With all due respect, there are so many problems here that I suspect Mr. Carrillo had just a few minutes before he had to submit Sunday’s comic, and he really really had to go to the bathroom…
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The crossed legs, clenched fist, and gritted teeth all add up to a pretty clear indication that this passenger definitely needs to “go”. The guard’s volumetric estimate has nothing to do with her potential output. his “3.4 ounces” is simply a rough figure for the maximum amount that is still under the actual limit of 100 ml.
Tell him to send her to a restroom and she appears quite eager to empty it out.
Which leads me to re-think the old saying, “I wouldn’t micturate on you if you were on fire” — the REAL show of contempt would be “I wouldn’t relieve myself upon you even if my eyeballs were swimming!” And yes, that would be about the amount of contempt I hold for the TSA… (Good thing they’re requiring your social media handles now! I’ll be back-roomed, rendered extraordinarily, and disappeared in no time!)
Figuring out the comic right away doesn’t help when Bill’s CIDU headline remains a HIDU. Only just now did I get the connection to the full body x-ray scanners. Somehow that elevates (or depresses) this comic to a “Ewww”.
I know this is not a CIDU, but it was an LOL for me. I travel a fair bit, and customs do get a bit overzealous at times. I got pulled to the side and thoroughly frisked once because a Juicy Fruit wrapper that was in my pocket set off alarm bells. I also got questioned for a few minutes over a potato masher that was in my bag. They didn’t sell them in China, and I like mashed potatoes. I can sympathize with this lady.
Stan, I can top that: when I was coming home from Dallas last month, I had a TINY SCRAP OF PAPER in my shirt pocket. Maybe half an inch by a quarter inch. This so alarmed the TSA woman — God knows how she even spotted it — that she called over one of the other security people who ran his wand over me again.
Makes me glad that husband suffers from motion sickness and the only way we travel is if he is driving.
At the risk of sounding pedantic, if there’s only 3.4 ounces in that bladder and she’s that uncomfortable, she might consider seeking medical help. Most people don’t even have an urge until they have 200- 300 ml, and uncomfortable urgency generally occurs closer to twice that, IIRC.
But he said “more than 3.4 ounces”, that that he thought she was just at 3.4 ounces.
@ harvling – Like I said @1, there’s no reason to think that she’s holding only 3.4 ounces. The guard just said that this would be the maximum amount she’s allowed to carry onto the plane. For all we know, she might be holding a gallon.
Oh! of course, you’re both right. Reading *is* fundamental!
TSA = Truly Stupid A**holes