This year, as many people went back to my hometown during the holidays to visit family and old friends. Upon my return, I opened the bag to start unpacking and found a note left by the TSA saying that opened my bag and flipped through my stuff because its X-ray machine showed that there were some suspicious items. All I had in my bag to get home that I wanted to go was fifteen pounds of hot dogs.
There are probably many readers who are asking two questions: 1) What the TSA can find possibly suspicious hot dog? And 2) Why does this dummy have fifteen pounds of hot dogs in your bag? Both are very good questions, and try to answer for you. First, as someone who works for a major airline and TSA has been put up since 9 / 11, I’m not surprised by what they do. I can only speculate that when the hot dogs came into his browser must have thought I was trying to transport several cases of large-caliber ammunition in my bag.
I’m not very knowledgeable about guns, but I am not aware that many firearms six inches long by one inch wide around, maybe fifty caliber machine gun, but neither I nor anyone I know owns one of them. Perhaps they thought they were loaded with dynamite sticks. As I said, I can only speculate about that.
Regarding the question of why it would take fifteen pounds of frozen chickens home from hot dogs in my bag, let me start by saying that my hometown is Rochester, NY. Most people are not aware of this, but Rochester is the only place where you can buy white hot dogs. My family is partial to Zweigler of the brand in the natural casing called “pop open” because the skin is open when you grill them. Most people who have never heard of, or eating white sausages are rejected by the thought.
Trying to explain a white hot dog to someone unfamiliar with them (which is not anyone in Rochester) is difficult to do. Not a sausage or a sausage but a hot dog that is flavored differently from the normal red hot, and put in a white case so you can see the difference. When I was a kid I did not care for them, but as I got older and my tastes changed, I came to love them. My family and I are not the only ones who love them, but so does anyone here in Miami who has dared to try one. Every time I go home to Rochester I am besieged with requests for a pound of new to them. I’ve become a hot dog dealer.
I love having my dogs loaded with mustard, onions, and hamburger Rochester style hot sauce made. I’d love you to try one, but I simply do not have enough room in my bag.
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