Only minutes into the trip and a problem:
Fraser triggers the security alarm.
Knife? Bomb? Drugs? After a good frisking, the security man pulled a strange metallic object from Fraser’s pocket.
“Thats my wife’s,” exclaims Fraser.
“Aye, right.” sneers the guard,
“My daughter must have slipped it into
my pocket when I kissed her goodbye.”
“Aye, right” sneers the guard.