The following is a real-life account of a girl who almost got in major trouble with SeaTac airport security.
I’m what most people would call a “good girl.” I like pleasing people and maintaining order. But, below the surface of me, lies my fear of doing something wrong.
I wasn’t afraid when I sent my carry-on backpack through the airport X-ray. That’s because I didn’t know the knife was still there.
I’d shaken and searched my purse TWICE before deeming the knife I usually keep there as missing and the purse as airplane safe. Nope. The sneaky sucker had worked its way into the bottom lining of my purse, thank you very much.
Do you know what happens when a weapon is discovered in a hidden compartment of a traveler’s luggage? It escalates the issue to a new level. Lesson #1.
Security found the knife, I explained what happened, and an ex-police officer informed me that, for that kind of knife, it’s a misdemeanor to carry it on the city limits. Lesson #2.
I was mortified. I apologized profusely, and I think my genuine horror assured them this was an accident. I don’t doubt they could have detained me and made me miss my flight.
When that beautiful knife makes its way back home in the mail, she’s not going back in my purse.
I don’t need to prove my toughness with a spring-assisted Kershaw. I’ll let who I am speak louder than what I pack in my handbag.