TSA flagged me for a belt, pulled me aside and started to give me a backhanded pat down to the goods.
I look over at my wife and say “This better not be the only action I’m getting on this trip.” Swear the TSA agent about choked trying to hold in his laughter and stay professional. He then turns to my wife and says “Are you a size medium glove?”
Okay, here’s my attempt at a “Joke Poo” of the TSA joke, titled…
Joke Poo: Outjerked by the Vet
My dog got flagged at the vet for, well, being a dog needing a check-up, and the vet started probing around down there for, you know, dog stuff.
I glance at my wife and say, “Well, at least someone’s showing him some attention.” The vet almost coughs up his stethoscope trying to maintain his composure. He looks at my wife and says, “Do you have any children? It seems like his previous owner might have given him some of your children’s toys.”
Alright, let’s get this joke under the comedic microscope!
Joke Dissection:
- Core Concept: The joke hinges on the awkwardness of a TSA pat-down being perceived as unwanted intimacy, followed by a suggestive comment and a witty retort from the TSA agent.
- Key Elements:
- TSA Pat-down: The inherent tension and slightly invasive nature of airport security.
- Innuendo: The husband’s comment about “action” and the implied comparison to his sex life.
- TSA Agent’s Response: The unexpected and even more suggestive response (“Are you a size medium glove?”) that escalates the awkwardness and hints at further security procedures.
- Humor Source: The humor comes from the unexpected escalation, the subversion of the TSA agent’s professional role, and the implication that the wife might be subjected to an equally uncomfortable, glove-related search.
Comedic Enrichment:
Let’s leverage some TSA-related facts to craft a new joke/observation:
The “Did You Know” & Joke Fusion:
Did you know: The TSA spent \$18.6 million on a program called “Spot” to identify potential terrorists through behavioral cues. Critics often joke the most tell-tale sign of someone who’s about to blow something up is they’re wearing Crocs to the airport.
So, I was going through security and the TSA agent doing “Spot” pulled me aside. He said, “Sir, I detect signs of extreme nervousness.” I replied, “That’s just my general disposition, plus I have 8 pairs of nail clippers in my carry on.” He then stares intensely, leans and asks “are you a size medium glove?” At that point I replied “I’m pretty sure all my suspicious behavior just went into overdrive.”