Whoops-A-Daisy!

Ok, it wasn't that bad but...

Slovakia + Airport Security + Mixup = Hilarity. I know what you’re thinking. “Isn’t Slovakia that place in Lord of the Rings?” No it’s not you idiot. It’s a real country. Don’t be so ethnocentric. But seriously, they have airports in Slovakia?

In what no doubt seemed like a good idea at the time, Slovak officials decided to test airport security in Slovakia on Saturday by concealing plastic explosives in eight suitcases and waiting to see what happened next.

Jesus Christ. That sounds like the plot to the next Samuel L. Jacskon movie. Waiting to see what happened? You do that with a science experiement, in a lab, when no one’s life is at risk. You do not wait to see what happens with suitcases packed with explosives on a machine that relaxes at 35,000 feet travelling at 500 mph.

Here’s what happened next: airport security workers intercepted seven of the suitcases but failed to detect 96 grams of the plastic explosive RDX loaded into one bag, which belonged to a Slovak electrician who lives in Ireland and had no idea his luggage had been tampered with. The man boarded his flight to Dublin, retrieved his bag and went home to his apartment.

Hence the whoops-a-daisy title of this post. Anyhow, I’m sure this crazy mixup was taken care of immedi-

Three days later, on Tuesday, it apparently occurred to someone in Slovakia that the fact that one of the explosive-packed bags had gone missing was a problem and Slovakian airport authorities contacted their counterparts in Dublin to ask for help.

3 days?! Was this some sort of prank on the rookie Slovakian cop who kept asking, “No seriously guys, where is the last bag?” What was Slovakia’s explanation?

The tests were carried out at two airports — one in Bratislava, the country’s capital, and the other in central Slovakia. The sniffer dog apparently found one of the components, but the police officer in charge of the test failed to remove the second component because, the ministry says, he was busy.

Busy? Busy doing what?! Unless his name was Van Helsing and he was being attacked by vampires, he should have been keeping track of the explosives, no? Oh wait, Van Helsing was Transylvania, not Bratislava. Whatever. Then this guy has no excuse, unless he was making BRAT-wurst in BRAT-islava. Get it?!?! Haha. Lol. Rotfl. Rot-motherfucking-fl!!