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Just a reminder that the 9/11 attackers did it with knives.
Kinda wild, I vividly remember getting on a plane to Disney with my grandparents as a child (Pre 9/11). My grandpa had a swiss army knife on him when we went through security. I asked him how he was able to get that through, and he said it's a small knife; nothing to worry about. It's legal as long as it's smaller than my palm. I said what if someone brought a knife like that and stabbed the pilot. He laughed it off and said I watch too much TV. Then 9/11 happened and guess how they did it? How did 8 year old me have more sense than whoever was running airports in those days?
I accidentally brought handcuffs into a flight on August 2001. The TSA agent who found them asked what I planned to do with them.
Being a teenager, the answer was obviously that I kept them in my jacket to pull them out and show my high-school friends how quirky and cool I was. But being a teenager, I didn’t realize how endearing that response would be, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which was somehow better and worse.
“I’m visiting my girlfriend!”
She gave me a slow blink and said “Well, alright then, go get your freak on!” (Or something of a similar sentiment - time has robbed me of the exact phasing.)