Riverbed was told he needed to have his briefcase inspected. They looked at each other and thought, “Oh shit, the baggies!” Riverbed wanted to make sure he got his junk fix when he got home. As the inspector looked the other way, Riverbed saw the golden baggies he’d placed into the back-pocket of his jeans and had wrapped up in-between other thick items like paintings, records, and more clothes. The inspector’s gaze returned to the screen as Riverbed’s briefcase rolled down the ramp. A slip saying “Approved” was stuck on the briefcase. Riverbed took the briefcase and joined the line.