Boys raised on farms carry pocket knives. They are good for cleaning fingernails, peeling potatoes, or cutting the strings on straw bales. I have one in my pocket as I type this.
But, being the sophisticated air traveller that I am, I knew the TSA representatives (I almost wrote “goons,” but they are just doing their jobs) would confiscate my knife, so I packed it in my suitcase when we flew to California in February.
On the way back I forgot. I was already in the line when I realized my pocket knife was in my pocket, just where it was supposed to be. I slipped it into in my backpack, which goes through the Xray machine, but I knew they’d spot it. They did. I was flagged and told I could go back and put it in my suitcase. Are you kidding? Go through the whole hassle again. So I lost a pocket knife.
As you may guess, I welcome the new procedure which allows people to carry small knives and sports equipment on planes. I think the whole TSA process is nuts. Think of the millions of people who have to take off their shoes because ONE guy had a bomb in his shoe--WHICH DID NOT EXPLODE.
We have become a nation of paranoids and wimps.
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