Today, we're jumping on a plane headed for my ten year high school reunion. Actually, we probably won't literally be jumping on a plane. There's always lots of fun security and shoe-removing before there's any actual jumping.
I've always been terrified of walking through that little archway that's supposed to detect any metal on you. It's silly because the worst that could happen is that it beeps and then you embarrassingly remember you left your keys in your pocket. But still. I end up holding my breath walking through that thing.
One time a few years back, as Max and I had our luggage on the conveyor belt for the see-through thingy, they stopped me and my bag.
"There's a knife in your bag," the TSA agent told me.
I didn't pack any knives. I was sure of it! I left all of my knives, guns, and explosives at home. Promise!
Then she unzipped the front pocket of my backpack and pulled out a butter knife from our silverware set. It was left over from a picnic or some such nonsense. We obviously couldn't board with it (you know, butter knives being as sharp and dangerous as they are) so we had to throw it away right then and there.
So much for being a seasoned traveler....
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