Fucking TSA...July 15

I am so fucking upset right now. I shouldn't be. It's so stupid. I bought my mom some really nice marmalade from the bahamas. I didn't realize it is considered a liquid. At security they said I couldn't bring it onboard the plane. It was sealed and one fucking god damn ounce above what is allowed. And not a mother fucking liquid.
The lady was really bitchy and rude. She said I could check the bag. Well guess what, you really think I'm going to check my bag for $25 for a fucking $6 maramalde. You have to be out of your fucking mind. I wanted to bitch this lady out so badly. Instaead I broke down in tears. Then she said in a smart ass tone, 'if it's really that important to you sweetie, you can check your bag." FUCKKKKKKK YOU BITCH. That pissed me off more. Sweetie- screw you asshole. I was fuming.
Carlos had to keep telling me, relax, try to control yourself, if you flip at her she will probably call the police. So I left and didn't say jack shit to that bitched. I continued to cry for quite sometime.
Then Carlos did the sweetest thing once I stopped crying and calmed down. He went looking for food and when he came back he gave me a little stuffed flamingo. It was sooo cute, and funny looking. He knew it would make me laugh. I love stuffed animals and they make me so happy. In my happy space at home I have lots of them :) Afterwards he said, "well now I know how to make you happy when you're upset- I just need to bring you flowers or a lil stuffed animal!" He knows me well :)