Terrifying Tuna

It is day three that I am in Florida. It has been pouring rain, almost non stop. As I am sitting on the patio watching the clouds slowly drift across the sky, trying to allow the sun to peek in, I remembered a funny story from last years trip. My sister and I were just about to zip up our suitcases for the return trip to NY, when our parents had a great idea. They had bought a lot of cans of tuna fish and wanted us to take some home. This was no ordinary tuna fish. This was the kind that came in the gold can. I usually buy solid white albacore and didn't know that there was even better tuna. The gold can must only be sold to special people. Anyway, my parents had so many cans that they begged us to take them home in our carry on suitcases. For some reason, I was adamant that I was not carrying tuna fish 1300 miles across state lines. My sister caved in and packed 4 cans into her carry on luggage. I was in front of her at the airport when we went through the security check. When I looked behind me, there was my sister being escorted off the line by two TSA guards. I ran over to her and was told "step away Ma'am". Fearing arrest, I did what I was told. They proceeded to put on gloves and unpack her luggage piece by piece. She is such a neat packer and they just flung her clothes out of her bag. Well, they finally found the tuna fish and it seems that they saw a powder on it. It must have been dust but they decided to bring out the testing cloths to verify that it was not poison. After watching this scene for a half hour, they finally threw her belongings back into the bag and released her. She asked if she owed a copay because it seemed as if they did a complete physical on her. I started to laugh hysterically. All of this fuss for 4 cans of tuna. Next time we will let the tuna swim to NY.