Then there are the TSA employees with a rye sense of humor.
One black guy in Newark was instructing people to remove shoes but not jewelry because, as he said, “If you wearing it the women X-rayin’ it can’t steal it.”
Several years ago I flew back from HK with my foot in a walking cast due to a broken ankle. A TSA screener in Anchorage asked me to take my shoes off. I pointed to the walking cast and said I couldn’t. He took me to a chair and used the wand and swabbed down the cast and shoe. Then he looked at my passport and asked me to spell my name, the date I was born and so forth. Finally he asked “Quickly without thinking about it, What is the first name of your three best friends?” (I had to think fast because one of my friends in HK is a man named Abdul who is an ex-Muslim.) I answered, Paul, Ed and Brett.
He said good, “I don’t you look like the kind of guy who’d blow up a plane.”
A “rye” sense of humor? I barley understand wheat you’re saying. You oat to choose your words more carefully so you don’t cornfuse people.
A “rye” sense of humor? You’re sure it isn’t scotch? Or “wry?”