(You are NOT going to believe this. I don't believe this....)
So, as you all know, I went through the TSA song and dance twice. I was inspected and patted down and it was really quite intrusive and embarrassing. But by the second time, I was resigned. I thought to myself, "Well, everyone's just doing their job and perhaps it will make us safer in the long run, so I'll just suck it up and deal with it. Assume the position and think of England." The TSA needed to make themselves sufficiently sure that my prosthesis wasn't made of plastic explosives or something and I just had to put up with it if I wanted to get on an airplane. Okay, fine.
But just now, not 5 minutes ago, I was unpacking. I was going through my little carry-on/Eee bag, looking for all of the assorted business cards I had picked up at the convention. The Eee bag has a bunch of pockets so I was investigating each one... and when I stuck my hand in the little cellphone pocket, guess what I found?
I had put my other knives in my luggage with my pistols but somehow had forgotten about the small one in my bag. Heck, I even put a small keychain knife in my suitcase because I was so paranoid about getting anything confiscated and the resulting hassle. Somehow, though, my little pocket knife was forgotten in the midst of packing - I even remember thinking I had left it at home while I was showing off my other knives in Phoenix.
So, that knife had been resting innocently at the bottom of the cellphone pocket the entire time I was traveling without me realizing it. The knife is entirely composed of metal, its blade is 2 1/4 inches long, and it went through TSA and onto an airplane not once, but twice.
When I discovered the knife it took a moment for the implications to sink in - I had been humiliated for nothing. Nothing. Part of me is bemused at finding the knife in my bag and being able to prove a point so beautifully and the other part is...
...let's just say "pissed" might begin to cover it.