Discovered yet another function of my Leatherman when I forgot it was in my bag going through airport security. This was a teensy tiny Leatherman, mind you: the keychain one, the Leatherman Squirt. Here’s what the humourless security person actually said:
You can’t take a knife onto a plane.
Here’s how I answered in my head:
I wasn’t aware of that, because I have been living in the bush for forty years and just shaved this morning for the first time in my life, using that very knife. I killed a bear with it last month.
But scathing sarcasm + airport security = worst day ever. So I just said: