In his pants!
Seriously, I was standing in the express aisle, minding my own business. The guy ahead of me has maybe 5-6 things, and the cashier is ringing them through. Suddenly I hear the cashier say something like, “What about that in your pocket, sir?” I didn’t hear the whole thing, but he was very polite. I look up and this fellow - 60 if he was a day - sheepishly producing a large red tomato from his pocket. I’m all
Seriously, if you’re going to smuggle something, shouldn’t it be less lumpy?
(I know, I know, he probably ran out of hands and stuffed it in his pocket. But still!)