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Went to the airport on Sunday morning to collect Husband's sister-in-law who's over for a conference on aged care administration. Perth sure is the centre of the universe!
Unfortunately since I wasn't flying I forgot to check my handbag for contraband and so was held up at security for a surprising amount of time watching various professionals gaze with interest at the X-ray with my ratty handbag at their feet.
Eventually I was asked if I was carrying any contraband or prohibited items.
"What?" I said intelligently.
"What about a waiter's friend?"
"What?" I said intelligently.
"A corkscrew?"
"Um" noted I, also intelligently. "Oh, hang on..." and I delved until I recovered a little picnic knife/corkscrew thingie my sister gave me many moons ago, and which has made itself a little nest in the dim recesses of my handbag, secure in the knowledge it would never be used. The fact that it was underneath my umbrella may have complicated the x-ray a tad in a suspicious concealment kind of way.
I duely handed it over, was asked if I intended to fly with it, and was then allowed out to return it to the car. Which, being Perth airport, was an impressive distance from the terminal. However, being me, we were wildly early (and the flight was delayed anyway) so we made it back in plenty of time to collect sister-in-law.
So a warning to you potential terrorists out there: a pink fluffy coat and dim sleepy attitude cut no ice with security at Perth airport.
Unfortunately since I wasn't flying I forgot to check my handbag for contraband and so was held up at security for a surprising amount of time watching various professionals gaze with interest at the X-ray with my ratty handbag at their feet.
Eventually I was asked if I was carrying any contraband or prohibited items.
"What?" I said intelligently.
"What about a waiter's friend?"
"What?" I said intelligently.
"A corkscrew?"
"Um" noted I, also intelligently. "Oh, hang on..." and I delved until I recovered a little picnic knife/corkscrew thingie my sister gave me many moons ago, and which has made itself a little nest in the dim recesses of my handbag, secure in the knowledge it would never be used. The fact that it was underneath my umbrella may have complicated the x-ray a tad in a suspicious concealment kind of way.
I duely handed it over, was asked if I intended to fly with it, and was then allowed out to return it to the car. Which, being Perth airport, was an impressive distance from the terminal. However, being me, we were wildly early (and the flight was delayed anyway) so we made it back in plenty of time to collect sister-in-law.
So a warning to you potential terrorists out there: a pink fluffy coat and dim sleepy attitude cut no ice with security at Perth airport.
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Date: 2007-06-25 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-25 01:06 pm (UTC)*sorely tempted to ask if you had it during the wedding*