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The TSA inspector at airport security eyed the passenger suspiciously. “What’s in this little bottle?” he asked.
“Nitroglycerine,” said the tall young man with a smile.
Less than five minutes later, the young man was handcuffed behind his back sitting in an interrogation room with two federal agents glaring at him. One agent fingered his holstered handgun.
“I don’t know why I said that,” the prisoner said. “I was making the joke, okay?”
Why in hell, did I say that? the young man thought. If I had just said “hand cleaner” I’d be on that plane now...and ready to detonate.