I flew from Nashville (BNA) to Seattle (SEA) today. This isn’t a huge and shocking turn of events — people fly all the time.
I had packed a few snacks for the flight to tide me over from when I left my house to when I got together with my friend. Again, this is perfectly normal.
I even got super lucky and managed to get an exit row seat…
While the seat doesn’t recline…
I don’t think it’s a worry since I could slouch all I could possible want.
And I even though the flight attendants said this is a full flight, mysteriously the seat next to me was empty!
But back to the snacks… I went rooting around my bag and I found something I wasn’t expecting: a bench made knife that I had put in my bag when I drove from Seattle to Nashville back in March.
What the actual fuck?
This isn’t a box cutter or anything like that, this is a fucking folding lock-blade knife with a three inch blade and carbon fiber scales. I put it there and promptly forgot about it until my fingers found it at cruising altitude.
How the hell did it get through the X-ray machine?
In other news, I know that I’ll be mailing this back to myself from Seattle instead of trying to fly back with it.