Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Beware! Spatulas of mass destruction!

So, I'm going through securtity at Portland's airport, just trying to get home. Putting my shoes back on, empting the boxes, when the security lady came over and asked me if I have any weapons in my carry-on. Weapons? you ask? No, no weapons. How about a fork, or something sharp, she asks. My mind is whirling, did I bring my sewing scissors, hmm, no...no forks that I know of, nothing sharp. She says, well, we need to search your bag, can you step over here? Ok.... She opened my bag, reached in and pulled out this:

 

"the Weapon"

The security lady laughed and said if that was the worst thing she found on her shift, she would have a great night!
The moral of this story is, get to the airport early. You never know when YOU might be carrying a lethal weapon in your carry-on. (How am I going to bring that sewing scissors next time?)

5 comments:

Sweet Harvey said...

Oh, airport security! What a great story - funny but kind of sad as well.

Angie said...

funny! I once got patted down because I had an unopened yogurt in my bag. We had left home very early without breakfast and I thought I'd eat in while waiting for departure. My husband still kids me about being the terrorist grandma with a yogurt and plastic spoon!

debi said...

Yah....this world is in a mess....

Finding Charm said...

That is funny! My mom and I went through security once with a cast iron hand. They stopped us and we had no idea what for. Then they started opening the bag carefully. And we couldn't figure out why they were so afraid to open it. They pulled out the hand and though we were carrying body parts!

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Annette said...

HeHeHe...at least it makes for a great story!!!