When I picked up my suitcase at the National Airport at the end of our flight from Florida this afternoon, I noticed that the lock on the suitcase had changed places. So I suspected some funny business.
Sure enough, when I opened my suitcase at home, I found a thoughtful note left behind by the ever-vigilant folks at the Transportation Security Administration.
What could have looked unusual and suspicious to their keen eyes? My sandals? The bag of dirty laundry? The laptop?
Or, were they confused by the many small spiral objects that may have showed up on their screens?
Luckily, my snail shells survived the government scrutiny unscathed.