I got inspected at the airport today! It wasn't a very good inspection, though.
I was going to pick up my friend Donna, and this guy stopped me at the entrance to the parking garage.
"Sir, do you mind if I inspect your vehicle?"
Uh, no. Do I really have a choice, though? If I'd said no would they have waved me through and made a note? Red Eclipse refuses inspection - keep eye on.
So I said yes and they asked me to step around to the back of the car. Dude opened the truck, gave it a cursory look and immediately sent me on my way. Apparently dirty gym clothes and a kite aren't considered tools of terrorism.
Quick Donna Story: One time I was at her house for a party. Drunk, I made a picture of two really old guys blowing each other the wallpaper on her computer monitor - which was placed in a fairly high-traffic area.
I was giggling about this.
"What?" some chick asked.
"Porn," I laughed, "on Donna's computer."
"I've seen porn before," chick said.
"Not like this," I assured her. And I was right: she'd never seen anything quite like that before.