I’m currently being forced to enjoy an extended layover in Mexico on my way back to the states. I missed my connection on account of some astounding operational inefficiency here, but that’s another rant for another day.

As I was going through security following my arrival here (I guess they wanted to make sure that I hadn’t procured any explosives in the walk from one plane to another?), I was asked about the wines that were purchased in Argentina.

The gentleman wanted me to produce my receipt for the purchases and when I couldn’t find it after a quick look in my bag, he asked me if I wanted to search my other bags for it.

I told him no.

Him: “You don’t have time?”

Me: “I just don’t feel like it.”

I was tired of having my clothes and electronics rifled through, irritated about missing my initial connection, and of course ever-skeptical of the hoops we have to jump through in airports.

Interestingly, they let me go without another word about it. Security indeed.

Plot twist: there were alfajores in the wine box as well!