Strange Things on Way to Where
This morning, whew, lemme tell you something about TSA. . . So, I find a knife on the floor of the airport while waiting in the security line. After several attempts to get the attention of contractors who check your tickets and TSA agents, I finally kicked the knife across the floor over to a TSA agent who wasn't paying attention. Wrong move. Suddenly, the A/V spaztastic team whips up into a frenzy and points me out at the culprit who "tossed" the knife at an agent. Uh-oh. So, they ask me if the knife was mine, where did I get the knife, who gave me the knife, why did I throw the knife? All in about ten seconds. So, I told them the truth. "I've been waiting in line for fifteen minutes to have you come over to me to get the knife. I was shouting," seriously I was, "Hey, TSA. There's a KNIFE on the floor!" So, they stick me in the holding pen, I get the full search. And I still get questioned! Go figure? Ah, travel.