. . . Airport security is not to be toyed with; they don't have a sense of humor.
You are so right.
When I was flying back from Providence, the TSA guys found my penknife on my keychain.
Big eyes. "You have a knife." Steps back. "HE HAS A KNIFE!" Corporate-type sheep turned and looked at me as though I'd just committed armed robbery in their presence.
Supervisor: "WHAT??! Bring it here!"
And the goofy jackass feeding my stuff through the X-ray machine took it off the key ring and carried it ceremoniously (that means "using both hands as though offering it to a god" ) on one of those little gray plastic plates all the way to his supervisor's perch. Slowly, so everyone could see that he was Doing His Job Protecting His Country From The Tall Bearded Man With The Tiny Knife.
"Where did you get this?" "You say it went through security at another airport?" "Sir, it's dangerous. It's a knife."
It was the smallest possible penknife I could buy, one with 2.25-inch-long blade. They took it from me because it was so damned dangerous.
I wanted to pull down my pants and show them my cock and say, "Look! This is more dangerous than that!" But I didn't--because you're right, hsarge: TSA agents don't have a sense of humor.
Which makes them, unintentionally of course, funnier than a bag of floppy-eared, just-born puppies. :tongue: Who are also completely incompetent at doing adult stuff, but that's OK because a puppy, at least, is cute.
NCbear (who "has a knife!" -- yes, I went right out and bought another dangerously tiny Swiss Army knife, and I drove to DC instead of flying to my most recent conference because of bullshit like this )
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