I remembered a trip to Miami. I was walking downtown (seeing sites, meeting people, and burning calories) and saw this cigar shop. Not a big smoker, but I used to play lots of golf and something about exchanging stogies with the fellas on the green. So I am looking about and the owner offers me a free smoke. Well, now I have to buy something.
I see this great lighter... he called it a “torch.” It would maintain its flame even in a hurricane. I thought that it does get windy some days, and it would be great to light a cigar in the wind or even a light drizzle.
I said, “I’ll take it!”
On the way home, the TSA agent who scanned my bag asked if I had “A Tradesman’s Tool?” I had no idea what he was talking about. After several repeated searches and x-rays of my bag... he determined the red flag was my brand new lighter.
He said, “I’ll take it!”
And, with that, he confiscated my brand new $80 torch.
That memory came as I stood in the security line at LAX while the TSA guy insisted that I must have had a knife in my laptop bag. He removed all of the contents and nuked the bag repeatedly... but no knife. Finally, he determined it was one of my pens, but they were not nice enough to confiscate (I keep the Mont Blanc and Waterman pens on my person at all times).
Can’t win them all.