Jar of jam
Tuesday, 1PM: buying a jar of apricot jam in Paris – delicious with bread or crepes;
Tuesday, 4PM: putting it into my personal bag (mistake!);
Tuesday, 7PM: guy from the security gate on the airport accused me of taking a forbidden jar of jam to the plane’s deck as I may throw it at the plane’s cockpit, open a window while flying and throw it into the engine or simply detonate onboard. Sure, I’m mostly known as MacGyver and could have used that jam as an ingredient of TNT which I could have made by mixing the jam with soap from plane’s toilet, ketchup from sandwiches, and cola sold by plane staff. But those smart bastards figured out my master plan…
Wednesday: Figuring out if they have already detonated my jar of jam or disarmed the jam by consuming it.
Conclusion: This is madness?! Madness? This is airport!!
