wayward travelers
It’s not news to anyone that air travel since 9/11 is a lot less convenient then it was prior. I am a firm believer that the incredible and brave people from Flight 93 made it perfectly clear to the piece-of-crap terrorists that using a commercial plane as a bomb will never be allowed to happen again. Regardless, we all need to live with the added security to ensure safe travel and the sense of calm. What that doesn’t mean is that you are allowed to be a friggin’ moron when you fly.
Everyone and their mother knows that only certain size containers of liquids are allowed in your carry-on. If this is news to you, bubble-boy, maybe you need to get out of your house a little more often. When they say 3 ounces that means 3 ounces, not 4 or 5 or 7. And if you think you’re okay if your 6 oz. bottle is only half full, wrong! You aren’t special and security doesn’t care if your perfume costs $100 per ounce. You are an idiot for trying to slip it through and you knew better going in.
All those punks dressed in black with the big chrome chains attached to 2 foot wallets held in place by fancy studded belts need to display their angst at home. You aren’t freaking anyone out, no one is impressed and we’d all rather you weren’t on our flight anyway.
Finally, all you old farts carrying pocket knives, leave them at home. You are going to get stopped and they are going to make you throw it away. They just don’t care that it came over from the old county with Uncle Olaf escaping the old country on a twig raft. You will just have to overcome the urge when that sudden impulse to whittle hits.