This thread brings back some memories, as I used to travel a lot. Nothing major like some of you guys, but irritating little crap and one small bit of education.
I approached the metal detector one time with
my hands in my pocket. "TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKET" the guard snarled. Pissed, I s-l-o-w-l-y took them out. I wanted to say "jawohl oberleutnant" but envisioned a cavity
search, so chickened out.
I habitually carry a 2 1/2" folding lock knife. Didn't realize they allowed some knives though, so I put it inside my key wallet, placed it on the basket, and breezed through. I'm surprised they set the limit at 4" as even my little knife could be held at a stew's throat and create a hostage situation.
The Dallas Ft. Worth airport has a lot of guards there who appear to be Nigerian, judging by their accent. I was bringing a hand satchel full of computer parts home and knew I would be pulled over. I had to explain to the guy what a motherboard was
and everything went OK, but I knew they didn't know what the Hell I was talking about
and could've carried on some type of bomb.
One time I was carrying a thick paperback and didn't put it in the basket. The gal stopped me and made me riffle through the pages to make sure it wasn't a dummy. I thought that was pretty cool.
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If you can't fight City Hall, at least defecate on the steps.
I approached the metal detector one time with
my hands in my pocket. "TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKET" the guard snarled. Pissed, I s-l-o-w-l-y took them out. I wanted to say "jawohl oberleutnant" but envisioned a cavity
search, so chickened out.
I habitually carry a 2 1/2" folding lock knife. Didn't realize they allowed some knives though, so I put it inside my key wallet, placed it on the basket, and breezed through. I'm surprised they set the limit at 4" as even my little knife could be held at a stew's throat and create a hostage situation.
The Dallas Ft. Worth airport has a lot of guards there who appear to be Nigerian, judging by their accent. I was bringing a hand satchel full of computer parts home and knew I would be pulled over. I had to explain to the guy what a motherboard was
and everything went OK, but I knew they didn't know what the Hell I was talking about
and could've carried on some type of bomb.
One time I was carrying a thick paperback and didn't put it in the basket. The gal stopped me and made me riffle through the pages to make sure it wasn't a dummy. I thought that was pretty cool.
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If you can't fight City Hall, at least defecate on the steps.