Fighting the Good Fight

It is last Thursday afternoon and I'm going through security at one of the smaller Los Angeles airports, collecting my things from the conveyor belt after clearing the magic doorway. Out comes my laptop, my coat, my shoes, my bag. But no suitcase.

I look over to see two TSA screeners huddled together examining the x-ray of my little suitcase. "Do you see that?" one asks. "What is that dark void?"

He grabs my bag and motions me to a table. "We're going to need to take a look at this," he tells me, pulling on a glove.

He starts going through my things, heading straight for the suspicious void. It doesn't take him long to find it.

It is a hardback copy of Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban.

"Ah, Potter," he says quite seriously. "The only thing scarier is two Bibles on top of each other."

So to all you traveling to your turkeys by airplane, fly with confidence that the TSA is keeping us safe from the twin horrors of Harry Potter and those who double-pack Bibles.