Give Me A Break!
I took my Mother to the airport this morning so she could visit her newest great grandchild and the brain trust that is TSA apparently confiscated her jello and chocolate pudding. They were the individual-sized containers in her lunch bag, and they took them.
As her plane was an hour late taking off and they have changed her reservations on the fly, I’m already contemplating having to arrange bail before this trip is over. She has lived through the Depression, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, the Cold War, and now she is being asked to put up with the Shrubbery’s stupidity. I’m waiting to hear that she has beaten someone to a pulp with her cane. A wonderful woman, but there is a limit to her patience.