I suppose it looked suspicious because it was crammed so full of stuff.
The TSA agents dug through my backpack, randomly swabbing various items to test for bomb residue (including some paperback novels, my half- finished quilt squares, and a bunch of Laffy Taffy candy). I wondered which of the Laffy Taffies looked the most likely to be a bomb, since he was only checking some of them.
My nine-year-old daughter took the opportunity to ask me: “Mom, what’s a trophy wife?”
I tried to think of an explanation. “Well,” I said, “I guess it’s a wife that’s way better than the other wives so she costs a lot of money.”
All the TSA agents around us burst out laughing.
I shrugged. “Sorry guys,” I said. “Looks like she’s been listening to people trash-talk each other on family vacation.”
Do we still look suspicious?