not of this world

a few weeks ago i found an old stun gun of my father’s when i was cleaning out one of our spare rooms.  i decided i should toss it into my satchel seeing as i often tend to sometimes wander about alone in places that could be considered sketchy, though i usually tend to count on the fact that i could convince any potentially harmful meanies that i was a human, they were a human, no need to be uncivilized, etc.  but i’ve been counseled not to count on that with desperately undosed meth heads and the like.

so anyway, threw it in the satchel and forgot about it.  at the airport security checkpoint they informed me they needed to check the bag.  they found some pliers but since they were under five inches or something, i got to keep them.  the guy actually asked me if there was anything else he should be looking to which of course i replied in the negative.   i continued on without a hitch.  just rediscovered the stun gun and am really glad that i didn’t have to try to explain that one, not so glad that security really is as pathetic as i’ve always suspected it is…