Sexual Harrassment and Dangerous Fish

Today I happened to be standing next to one of my male co-workers, J., as he was wanding an older man - probably 65 or so, white haired and grandfatherly-appearing. (And J. is no young skate-bunny, he's got half-grey hair himself, a very mild-mannered accountant-next-door looking sort.) Anyway, J. gets to the point where he's had the man undo his belt and hold the buckle aside, and J. is now kneeling in front of him just about to use the backs of his hands to pat down the fly area, when the guy says something like "If you go any further I'll have to kiss you." J. kind of looks up at him and blinks, and the guy adds "When I was younger they called me Iron Dick." Ha! :) Oh dear, poor J..:) He had a sense of humor about it, though - he said he was going to go home and tell his wife he was offered a kiss, just to get her jealous.;)

Later, another co-worker, R., was searching a passenger's bag. Now, picture that the passengar had his back to me, so I couldn't hear what he was saying, I only heard R.'s half of the conversation. R. reaches into the bag and picks up a package, looks up at the passenger and asks "Fish? ... What do you mean, '_piranha_'?? ... Sir, are these fish ALIVE?!" It turned out that, no, they were figurines, little statues of fish, but the expression on R.'s face when he thought for a moment that he might have a package of live piranha in his hands was absolutely priceless.:)