...So DH works for Department of Civil Aviation and the other day he was passing by the customs security check area for boarding passengers. At some point, as he tells me, a beautiful handbag has caught his eyes: being my DH he defined it as a Birkin (!) in color that I understood was potiron. As he says he couldn't help but following the lady carrying the Birkin with his eyes and has noticed that customs officer ordered her to put her precious Birkin in the X-Ray machine. As DH describes the lady was very well dressed French lady in a stylish blouse and trousers outfit in a dark color way and she didn't have anything on her Birkin to protect it from all the horrible and harmful machinery. When she was ordered to put her Birkin into that dirty thing for security screening she hesitated and looked so lost and frustrated and begin to approach X-Ray machine as if she was heading towards the guillotine holding her beloved baby close to her heart. At that point my DH, my Knight in Shiny Armors stepped forward and approached the customs officer (CO): DH: Hey pall, hold on a second, please. Do you know how much does this bag costs? (this was the only term that CO would understand for he doesn't really care about the beauty, craftsmanship, etc. ) CO: How much really? DH gives him an estimate price CO: (in shock) Really??? DH: Indeed. It's called a Birkin. I know I bought those bags for my wife. CO: My God! In USD or our local currency? DH: USD. Listen, spare the lady from this X-Ray machine, just make a manual check and let her go. You don't want anything to happen to this handbag. Look at the lady: she'd rather squeeze into this X-Ray machine herself with her handbag just to protect it. CO: OK, sir. I get it now. Now I have to tell you the whole conversation was happening in Arabic and when DH mentioned "Birkin" the French lady got alarmed and rose her head and opened her eyes wide in amazement. Then DH spoke to her in French: DH: Madam, I greet you on behalf of...Please, do not worry about your bag and just submit it to the manual check. Lady: Sir, I can't believe it! I don't know how to thank you! I thank you a million times for saving my baby! I couldn't help but hearing you mentioned a "Birkin" to the officer. You understand Hermes and how precious it is to a lady!?!... DH: Well, madam. There is one person who would have definitely killed me if ever found out I let you put a Birkin into the X-Ray machine. Lady: Is that one person your wife? DH: Yes indeed, madam Have a safe flight. Lady was happy and in shock. She passed the security check with no harm done to her beautiful Birkin and thanked my DH again. I hope she left this country with some nice memories I, on the other hand, can only dream that at some point in another country at another security check another Hermes understanding Man will come to my rescue Oh, my DH...he never fails to surprise me , ladies.