I don’t Hanks, but TSA at RSW last week spent ten minutes pondering my carry-on. It contained precisely 2 polo shirts, 3 pairs of dirty underwear and 3 pair of socks, some envelopes on Mom’s tax papers and a copy of Car & Driver magazine. They tested the shaving cream and deodorant twice. I offered to toss it, but they finally gave up and packed it all away.
GF