Like anything, if you fly enough you get complacent/sloppy. I've discovered lighters in pockets that had made countless trips on planes, have been grilled by the TSA for flying with track cogs (I was flying out of a tiny airport in the MidWest and assume he saw me and thought they were ninja stars?) and once was idly fiddling in a jacket pocket before the security lineup when I found a single round of .22 ammunition (I used to spend a lot of time on the biathlon range). I separated the round from the casing, threw both parts away, and then washed my hands for 10min before going back to Security. The best was when I was flying with a vacuum sealed bag of maltodextrin, to be used as home made energy drink. TSA pulled me aside and asked "_So... do you have anything you want to tell me about in your luggage? Money... Weapons... **DRUGS**?_" That's when it dawned on me that my homemade Gatorade looked just like a big 'ol bag of cocaine right out of a movie. I laughed and explained what it was, and was honestly disappointed when he didn't stab it with a knife and taste it. Instead he walked it back to the rest of his buddies to tell them about this dumbass he just stopped with an incredibly suspicious looking package. He let me go though, with the bag. I have to assume he was assessing my voice and body language more than anything. Good times!
April 12, 2022, 7:45 p.m. - khai
Like anything, if you fly enough you get complacent/sloppy. I've discovered lighters in pockets that had made countless trips on planes, have been grilled by the TSA for flying with track cogs (I was flying out of a tiny airport in the MidWest and assume he saw me and thought they were ninja stars?) and once was idly fiddling in a jacket pocket before the security lineup when I found a single round of .22 ammunition (I used to spend a lot of time on the biathlon range). I separated the round from the casing, threw both parts away, and then washed my hands for 10min before going back to Security. The best was when I was flying with a vacuum sealed bag of maltodextrin, to be used as home made energy drink. TSA pulled me aside and asked "_So... do you have anything you want to tell me about in your luggage? Money... Weapons... **DRUGS**?_" That's when it dawned on me that my homemade Gatorade looked just like a big 'ol bag of cocaine right out of a movie. I laughed and explained what it was, and was honestly disappointed when he didn't stab it with a knife and taste it. Instead he walked it back to the rest of his buddies to tell them about this dumbass he just stopped with an incredibly suspicious looking package. He let me go though, with the bag. I have to assume he was assessing my voice and body language more than anything. Good times!