Monday, January 4, 2010

Pot Luck Almost Sent Me To Jail

We had a pot luck lunch at work in mid-December. We don't do a lot of pot lucks, but this year we didn't have our normal Christmas party at a restaurant, so the pot luck was a good alternative. I chose to make a cheesecake. It was only my second attempt, but it turned out well and I got lots of compliments on it.

I had taken a knife from home to cut it with--a huge knife, about a foot long. After lunch, I just stuck the knife in my briefcase and forgot about it. That was December 17.

As I prepared to go on vacation, I packed my briefcase with the things I wanted to take with me to Florida--paperwork, a book, reservation information, all the usual stuff. I didn't see the knife in the bottom of one of the briefcase slots; it had sort of nestled itself into a fold of the fabric and was covered up by folders and papers.

When Lisa saw me packing, she persuaded me to lose the briefcase and just pack everything into a suitcase that had some extra space. I really wanted to take the briefcase because it had all sorts of things in it that I regularly need, such as my electronic password key, mints, coins, money, pens, pass-along cards, and so on. But I was taking my camera as a carry-on, plus a carry-on roller bag, so I really didn't have a choice to take a third carry-on. I moved the essentials to the suitcase and off we went to the airport.

Went to Florida, came home, transferred things back to the briefcase, and went to work today. As I was taking things out of the briefcase to get them back into their proper places in the office, I spied the knife, in the bottom of the briefcase. No big deal, until I realized how close I came to trying to get the briefcase (with the knife) through airport security. Oh my gosh! How would I have explained a 12" knife that looked like I was trying to hide it while attempting to get past security? With all the heightened security of late, can you imagine what they might have done to me? I'm guessing 30 years at hard labor in Sing Sing. With no cheesecake on the menu.

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