It started innocently. A friend was coming to visit from a coastal town. This tuna is just one of the gazillion things I miss about living along the sea. Freshly caught and packaged, amidst the battered boats and weathered buildings, this delicacy is worth the money. I asked said friend to please bring some to me. Fresh caught tuna is pretty scare in the Midwest where we now live. I digress. It seemed like a simple request, which she agreed to honor by carrying a few cans in her bag.
Two airports. Two security breaches. Airport number one, she quickly learned that stashing cans of fish in your carry-on is a red flag. It was sent through the scanner and a security guard promptly arrived to escort her to the side, assuring her she was part of a “random” check. They checked her good too! Even down to a special wand to glide over the cans, then her hands looking for suspicious residue. The next airport she decided to display the cans in an obvious fashion to avoid another check.
Sorry, no such luck.
I am all for airport security and appreciate the great care they take to keep our country safe. Really. The irony is not lost however when people slip by without even proper I.D. in recent news. Thankfully, my friend (and the contraband tuna) made it safely to their final destination.
I admit, I laughed much harder than she about this sequence of events. I will savor each bite, knowing that is was truly a gift of love. And time. And embarrassment. And, well… If you’d like to taste some yourself and see why I am so passionate about it—- do your loved ones a favor and just order it through the mail.