A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.
Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.
Do you feel safer today? I thought so. Me too. Yes, folks, the crack TSA team at New York’s LaGuardia airport has spared all of you from a potential disaster – me transporting toothpaste into Milwaukee. Let me explain.
My family and I just returned from a short trip to New York City. Great town. Huge crowds, Broadway, miles of walking. Everyone should visit at least once in their life. You should see the sandwich that $20 can buy! You think the prices at John’s Sandwich Shop have gone up? Try Times Square. Gulp.
Anyway, like all good travelers, we all tried our best to abide by the new regulations as determined by the Transportation Security Administration. We carefully packed and filled our quart-size Ziploc bags with any carry-on liquids that were three ounces or less…or so I thought.
(Side note: At LaGuardia, you actually check your bags at the ticket counter and they take them from you. Right there. You don’t roll them to the giant x-ray machine nearby. It’s blissfully old-school.)
As we got in line for the security check, the line slowed down as they were x-raying my carry-on items. Sort of like that Visa commercial where that one guy tries to use cash – the nerve!
“Ma’am, is this your toothpaste?” the screener asked.
“Why, yes it is,” I replied, easily recognizing the Colgate Sensitive Teeth with Whitening action that I’ve come to know and love.
“It’s too big,” he explained. “If you want to take it with you, you’ll have to check it.”
You know how sometimes people offer you a choice that seems simple and yet absurd all at the same time? Yes, this was my moment, or my “now” as Jordin Sparks would describe it. (American Idol reference for those of you that don’t watch crappy TV.)
“Toss it,” I boldly proclaimed. And he did, along with the seemingly very expensive cologne belonging to the guy in front of me.
So there. You have been spared the potential hazards of me and my renegade Colgate entering the Milwaukee area. But be forewarned: Tomorrow, I’m going to buy more.
Happy New Year, everyone!