A few days ago, I found out that I hadn't fully unloaded one of my carry-on bags before heading to the airport. Why is this an issue, you ask? Because I discovered this in one of the bags I took through airport security and onto the plane. After waiting for about an hour in the security line, I wasn't even asked about any of these items--someone looked at these on an x-ray and said "looks good to me!"



What sort of stuff have you been stopped for?

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next time put it in bassel's bag and see if they let him through.

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Well, they checked/searched my bag once, because my old MP3 player was missing the battery cover, and I duct taped the batteries onto it. Could've looked like a homemade trigger for all I know.

Other than that, I've been random searched three or four times; probably because my eyes were red from staying up all night instead of sleeping.

That you got through with tools like that is kinda weird and unsettling.

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Airport security is just there for show. It exists because people are cowardly enough to want it, and stupid enough to think it could possibly work.

i had a stray cor-bon powerball 165 grain jacketed hollow point .45 +P shell in my carry-on bag once. the situation was resolved quickly and without incident although i ended up missing my bird because of it.

doh!

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Hahahaha, oh man. When I left Bas and his lady's place last year, I was so hungover/still up from partying and had a full on brain cloud at the airport. The dudes scanning my shit whispered something to each other and nodded, then pulled my suitcase aside and asked me what I had in there. I was shitting my pants thinking "Wtf, did Bas slip some drugs in there thinking I would be surprised when I got home??!! Wtf!!" So I honestly answered that I had a lot of shoes, clothes, and my flat iron. And so the one dude starts going through my case, and I'm crapping my pants, and he pulls out my shampoo and conditioner and says "Well what's THIS then?" LOL.

In my fog I totally forgot that I was supposed to check my bag instead of carry it on.

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Originally posted by Miss Pie Hahahaha, oh man. When I left Bas and his lady's place last year, I was so hungover/still up from partying and had a full on brain cloud at the airport. The dudes scanning my shit whispered something to each other and nodded, then pulled my suitcase aside and asked me what I had in there. I was shitting my pants thinking "Wtf, did Bas slip some drugs in there thinking I would be surprised when I got home??!! Wtf!!" So I honestly answered that I had a lot of shoes, clothes, and my flat iron. And so the one dude starts going through my case, and I'm crapping my pants, and he pulls out my shampoo and conditioner and says "Well what's THIS then?" LOL. In my fog I totally forgot that I was supposed to check my bag instead of carry it on.

they only messed with you because you are hawt

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No, I really don't think that's it. Especially not that morning.

When I flew out of Toronto, all of the staff were watching the playoff hockey of boston/vancouver on the monitors instead of working. You could've got anything through that night.

About a year or so before 9/11, I had an airport security guard stand firmly between me and the x-ray machine, put his arm out and scream, "STOP RIGHT THERE!" at the top of his lungs at me. He proceeded to tell me that I would be "refused entry" if I didn't place the item in my hand on the x-ray belt. I was holding a clear bottle of Sprite.

Clear bottle, clear liquid, through a fucking x-ray machine?

I looked at him and said, "What, really? You need to x-ray this? Is it my imagination telling me that I can see through the bottle?" He didn't like that a 13 year-old kid was being a dick to him, so he told me that I had to put it through the machine for "security purposes" or else he'd be pulling me aside.

Only other time I've been stopped was coming back from visiting my parents this past Christmas. My mom bought me this giant fucking evergreen-scented candle that looked like "a big green jar" on the x-ray machine. So, because they were disappointed that it wasn't pot when they pulled it out, I had the pleasure of receiving a hefty pat down. Fun.

I'm more troubled that you were in the security line for an hour. I really don't understand how people end up being in security lines for so long amounts of times? I think the longest I've ever been in one is 25 minutes. I always get to the airport 60 minutes before my plane takes off, and I have no issues waiting in a long line.

The only issues I have are from people who don't travel much and everyone asks, "do I have to take off my jacket?"

"yes ma'am, you have to take off your jacket."

"but do I have to take off my belt?"

"yes ma'am, you have to take off your belt"

"but do I also have to take off my shoes?"

meanwhile, everyone behind her who has traveled more than one time in the past 10 years knows the rules of traveling.

But yeah, that's quite astounding that you were able to bring all that stuff onto a plane.