Remember the time I went to Bulgaria and tried to bring a two-hundred-dollar bottle of Cognac in my carry-on? Remember how we got stopped by security who told us they'd have to confiscate it?
Ok, now, remember how I offended the security officer by telling him to take it, 'cause he was going to drink it anyway, and he got pissed-off, and made us wait in the bomb check to see if our bottle of cognac was liquid explosives?
Well fuck that guy.
Turns out the security guards don't take the items for themselves, oh no, they wouldn't do that.
They just SELL YOUR SHIT TO OTHER PEOPLE.
