Bitches

I've been using Bitches quite a bit today.

That's what I called a local police department after they wouldn't give one of my writers any new information on a story.

That's what I called an unnamed person when I discovered they did not perform an undisclosed task (and that's all I'll say about that. Read: work).

And that's what I'm calling the TSA after reading their Duty Free alcohol policy.

Apparently the Feds don't deem foreign alcohol "safe" when you bring it back to the U-S.

Many overseas countries will put your liquor in a sealed bag to prove it hasn't been tampered with and therefore isn't a security threat. The US does not consider these sealed bags safe. Instead, you can buy Duty Free alcohol and have foreign officials take it directly for you to the plane.

Problem solved, right?

Wrong.

After you fly from Country X, you will land in the US. You will likely land at a big ass airport hundreds of miles away from your destination. You will go through customs before you get to your connecting flight.

It is apparently at THIS point where you are required to take all that Duty Free liquor and shove it in the baggage you will check onto the second flight.

Right.

As if my bag isn't already full of souvenirs, dirty clothes and all the liquids I'm NOT allowed to put in my carry-on luggage.

Sure...

I guess I won't have much of a wardrobe variety during my vacation.