Dec
i’m sorry, ms jackson
this past weekend i went to florida to visit my grandma. her one request of me was to bring her some sanders bittersweet hot fudge, which i of course agreed to. (any sane person will agree, even keef, right baby?) so i bought two jars, stuck them in my suitcase, and didn’t think much else of it.
until i went through the security line at the airport and the tsa guard looked at me all suspicious-like and asked what i was trying to pull bringing fudge through the checkpoint. i tried to be helpful and pointed out that the fudge is actually only liquidy when it’s hot, but she was having none of it. my logical argument of the solidity of fudge got me nowhere; she also informed me that peanut butter was not allowed. when i asked if reeses peanut butter cups were allowed, she gave me a dirty look and asked if i was “trying to be funny.” i immediately said no and advised her to enjoy the fudge and went off on my fudgeless way.
walker pointed out when i told him this story that the fudge looks an awful lot like explosives material. well, i suppose. but damn, i paid $15 to make my grandma happy and all i got was a nasty tsa agent.
i agree that it is incredibly delicious. I think that the tsa agent just wanted the fudge. Mmm, fudge.
April 1st, 2008 at 10:38 pm