I remembered:

My granddaughter, I took your massage, don’t you mind?
What type of massage?
Pink is like that.
– Grandma, it’s not a mass... e-ee... not against."

Flying with a friend from an Arab country, and in her hand luggage hid such a pink massage machine. On the X-ray, he was seen and the Arab border guard took out the box, opened it and began to carefully look at this object in the size and thickness of the finger, not understanding what it is and why. Asked to open, asked to turn it on, and with the question: "Is this probably a tooth massage?"" I almost pushed it into my mouth!!! I had to sneeze restrainedly, but the row of compatriots who watched this process was almost roaring in the voice. The girlfriend stood silently red like cancer all the time and was still suffocating for a long time.