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Kiri had the brilliantly funny idea that TSA could be self-funded by selling the items it confiscates. The new advertising would be something like "Exciting pre-owned grooming aids are available for purchase at the cash-only Toiletry Store located conveniently beyond the secure zone of Terminal B!" Some of the other ideas we kicked around:
- The TSA Tip Jar. Slide the agent a Benjamin, and you'll glide through the short line of frequent travelers familiar with the new rule of the week. If you don't tip appropriately, you may find the metal detector jacked up to subatomic, filling vibrating resolution as a reminder. If you still forget the gratuity, you'll hear the snap of latex gloves being donned in unison -- you're about to become the focal point of a Homeland Security Overreaction. Helpful rule of thumb: $1 per minute is an appropriate start.
- Smarte Binse, a subsidiary of Smarte Carte, is now in the plastic X-ray container business. Cleverly priced at $0.25 each or three for a dollar! Exact change, please.
- Steel containers will be prohibited because theoretically with access to an adequate heat source -- say, any full airplane with the air conditioning turned off -- the metal could be re-forged into a spork whose tines are pointy enough to impale the slippery, chicken-like protein globule in the in-flight nutritional supplement you just paid eight bucks for.
- Also banned: black, rectangular and wheeled baggage. Why? Because they all look alike when flying down the carousel at bullet-like speeds. Besides, there was an unsubstantiated rumor that black, rectangular bags with wheels are favored by non-tipping terrorists using four-ounce bottles of toiletries for nefarious purposes.


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