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Post 9/11:
On a solo weekend trip to Chicago (one carry-on bag), I stop at the Frank Lloyd Wright museum and buy many gifts for my wife, a huge Wright fan.
I get stopped at the airport screening with the request to look through my bag as a particular object peaked their curiosity. They get to the bag of gifts and I'm still oblivious... Until they get to the double-edged, 12 inch, pewter letter opener. "Sir, this isn't going to work." I'm embarassed as hell, face is beat red. I opt to check through the bag and grab my book out of it to read on the plane. I neglected to grab my car keys, though. I make it back to California, the bag doesn't. It was the last flight of the day so I had to call my wife to come get me.
Felt like a dumb-shit.
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~micah
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