Prior to 9/11, I’d travel back from Calgary with a two four on my carry on. I remember on one occasion, carrying that, a couple of bottles of Crown Royal and a couple of giant bags of Old Dutch ketchup chips and the security guy just exclaiming, “looks like we’ve found the party plane!”, and on I went.
Nowadays I’m constantly second guessing my family on any item in their carry-on to avoid any risk of delay and internal examinations.
I kinda wish there were special flights with security options for travellers that would rather roll the dice and take the risk of getting blown out of the sky than go through this constant hell that is airline travel today.
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