The first several times I flew, which wound up being maybe forty total flights by the time I concluded my long-distance relationship in marriage, I would be “randomly selected” for secondary screenings, bag checks, and finger-tip swabs. Every single time. This eventually stopped happening, but the only thing that really changed was I lost a bunch of weight. I don’t know what the connection was.
“Must not look suspicious, don’t do anything suspicious, you’re not suspicious.”
Proceed to give the fakest and most strained smile in history to airport security and get pulled aside… again.I actually had this my mind thought “did I bring a firearm?” after I saw a sign saying it would be a criminal offense to bring one through security, when I don’t have any firearms at all in my possession.
You mean, “What if I accidentally have a second gun?..”
“What if I accidentally forgot to leave the stainless steel cutout with a ruler, can opener, screwdriver, saw, and a couple blade edges on it?”
…nah, I always carry it in my wallet, right next to the
firestarterfresnel lens.I carried one of those utility cards in my wallet for years, it almost always got through airport security, 5 or 6 times it was fine, once it got taken out, looked at, and put back in, then eventually they took it. RIP card.
If you manage to hijack an airplane using a credit card sized multitool, honestly you should be given that plane and a medal.
If I’m really quiet I can just start unscrewing stuff, then everything becomes a weapon!
