I keep a small bottle of advil in my shoulderbag, but on my way up to the security line I worried – even if they’re actually pills, is a label loudly proclaiming LIQUID going to be like waving a red flag under the bull of airport security?
I should have been more worried about properly empting my pockets when I checked my luggage – I forgot to remove my 2 inch pocketknife, which they took from me. I’d been told – wrongly – that the guidelines had changed and a penknife that small was acceptable. Nope. “Scissors up to 4 inches, no knives.”
That makes sense somewhere I’m sure – after all, if I attack someone with my approved scissors or knitting needles we want to make sure I can reach their brain. The cruddy little 1.5″ knife on my knife would seriously scratch someone at the worst.
The positive side of the story is that when I couldn’t get the molecularly-bonded packet of peanuts pretzels open, no matter how hard I struggled, I still had my ibuprofin to dull the tension headache.
Perhaps I’ll re-purchase my knife it when it’s auctioned off.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
