A Fage yogurt with honey. A plastic container of cut up honeydew and cantaloupe. Those are my most recent victims. I saw the TSA agent pluck the yogurt from my bag.  ”This yours?”  I nodded.  Yogurt?  Really?  Yogurt?  Fine. As we head to our gate, I see another security check. What?  Another one?  I guzzle... Read more »