It happened just out of Cairo and it really wasn't my idea. I was visiting some pyramids - about the only tourist in town - when the lonely soldier standing guard decided to walk with me.
For a little baksheesh, he took a few photos with my phone: generic snaps by the stone and sand. Then, inexplicably, alone in the desert, the soldier handed me his rifle and encouraged me to pose for a couple more.
I thought little of it until I arrived back in the US a few days later.
"You're flagged," said the guy at Customs. "My computer's flashed red. Sir, I have to lead you this way." He read me some rights and told me not to freak out: I promptly disregarded the advice.
"Have you ever hit your girlfriend?" The guy guessed. "What? No!"