Last flight home out of Denver, I got to the car rental return and was waiting for the shuttle. As I was waiting a father and daughter showed up and the girl, maybe all of 11 was in the process of stripping off her socks and shin guards with her dad’s help, as they just came from a soccer game. Well I got to the terminal and as typical for me at security I opt out from the “Masonic Distress Handsign machines”, and was in the process of the full rub and tug. I was about done and the dad and soccer girl were selected for groping... and as I was cleared to go and was reorganizing myself, the little girl finished up and when the TSA agent ran the spectroscopic analyzer of his glove rubbings of the girl, an ominous beep happened. The dad just sighed. I suppose the fertilizer on the soccer fields trips the explosives detector. So he says, “Well I guess we shouldn’t have played soccer today”...
I came back at him saying with a smirk, “Yeah, you probably don’t want to spend the morning at the rifle range either”.