A recent email exchange concerning my impending trip to the US has prompted me to share this scene involving US airport security, the physical properties of matter and lobsters.
I've noticed in my past travels that US airport personnel don't generally display much in the way of a sense of humor or, I'm afraid, common courtesy. Although I did have one very civil exchange with a security guy at Logan airport in Boston last year, who informed me in an amusingly apologetic manner that I was free to go through with my box of live lobsters, but that I would have to leave the ice behind, due to restrictions on the transport of liquids. I chose (wisely I think) not to bring up the question of 'state of matter' phase diagrams, dumped the ice as requested and, after breezing through security, refilled the plastic bags with ice from the Wendy's fast food outlet located conveniently in the waiting lounge. To my overall benefit, because the counter girl's look when I explained what I needed the two large cups of ice for was priceless, as was the steward's on the flight when the time came for a refill.
Intercontinental transport of live lobsters should be an olympic discipline.