It was never a thought that even crossed my mind, but the child bride got busted by the old fat old guy wearing the TSA shirt...
Heading out to visit our daughter (who is carrying our first lil' grand-scud) we Uber'd to DFW and rushed to the Global Entry line to get through security more quickly. On a random pick, she got tagged for a quick bag swipe.
Little did I know that a few weeks ago the youngest (home on a weekend visit) took the wife's black carry-on to the range to carry multiple pistols. Well, the swab the TSA employee took lit up light Rudolph's nose! GSR was all over that bag.
After a 30-minute search, an unfriendly interview, and a rather frustrating delay, we determined what had happened and she was released to my custody.
It seems that I am married to a potential home-bred terrorist!