Recently, at the airport, I was in the screening line. I had half walked through the metal detector when I notice that I forgotten to take my watch off. I sheepishly took it off and held it up to the screener and he waved me through anyway.
I was on my way over to the conveyor belt to wait for my personal items when a different agent waved me over, held up my keychain, and asked,
“Is this yours?”
Before I mentally registered what he was showing me, I knew what was going on. I had forgotten to remove my pocket knife and stow it in my checked luggage.
*sigh* Shoulders slouch.
“Yes…Just throw it out…Oh wait! I want the keys, just not the knife…”
I did not have time to mail the knife to myself even though I arrived at the airport with at least an hour before my flight; the lines were all interminably long and I had about 10 minutes left for my flight.
Regrettably, I owned that knife for 15 years. It went with me to Thailand.
And now it’s gone.
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