We travelled with just hand luggage on one trip and I thought I'd put a couple of Mrs Floyd's toys in my bag and surprise her when we got to the hotel.
Going through security at Gatwick, the cases go through the x-ray, followed by a young lady with my hand luggage, asking if it was mine. "Yes" I replied and then came her next question, which was "What is in the bag?" I thought to myself, tough it out and tell her about the toys but all I could manage to gibber was "Marital aids." She seemed non plussed but I later thought that she probably didn't even know what my archaic words meant.
Anyway, she emptied the whole case, including the two toys, which were wrapped, in clear plastic bags, oops. There they were, sitting amongst the rest of my belongings, with the luckier passengers passing by without a care in the world. The more observant ones, getting a glimpse into the seedy world of the Floyds. After what seemed an eternity, I was allowed to repack the bag myself and off we went, with my face still red from the ordeal.
The good news is, it started Mrs Floyd's holiday off brilliantly, as, when I told her about the search, she was in stitches. I was rewarded for my thoughtfullness though, so not all bad.