I’m guessing not “pack” but “leave in,” if one uses the same gym bag one uses to go to the gym, gun range, etc. as a carryon bag. Saw a case like that once when I was at bond court in Chicago: bigshot lawyer arrested at O’Hare for a gun in his carryon argued (well, another attorney from his firm argued, and he agreed it was true) that he had to fly on sudden business, grabbed his gym bag, stuffed things in it but didn’t bother to shake anything out, voila!
Not making excuses, but for people who carry guns routinely, having the thing around is just … normal. It’s not something you think about bringing any more than you think about bringing your car keys or wallet. It’s just there. Always.
Now add in some “rules are for little people” thinking and I can see how this happened. Wouldn’t hurt my feelings if the guy spent a weekend in the Hong Kong jail though. Followed by prosecution in the USA for getting past TSA with it.
Which is, IMHO, in itself kinda scary. It’s not your keys or wallet and shouldn’t be carried or misplaced as cavalierly. But that’s a different discussion for a different thread, perhaps.
And once again, the TSA fails at their main job.
I don’t know about that. In a former life, I daily carried a concealed weapon and I ALWAYS knew it was there. I did this for about two years and it never became close to being keys or a knife in my pockets. Maybe I didn’t do this long enough? No way I’m going to test that to find out.
Probably.
But as I mentioned upthread, TSA offers various “VIP screening” options that are heavy on the “VIP” part and light on the “screening” part. Which amounts to trusting that VIPs are both conscientious and law-abiding. Which at least some of them are evidently not.
It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if he spent a good deal longer in a Hong Kong jail.
This was me too. On my person it’s hard to ignore; the damned things are inconveniently bulky & dense & heavy.
Just dumped in your briefcase you carry everywhere along with a lot of other paraphernalia, that’d be easy enough for somebody who was not conscientious to forget about. As in “Not even think of / about”, rather than “I have no idea where I left it.” if asked.
These are the same sorts of bozos who buy a gun “for protection” and never learn to use it. For them it’s in the mental category of a toddler’s security blanket, not a deadly weapon.
Now they’ve nominated a right wing, evangelical, gay-hating, Trump-loving traitor (he was one of the gang who wanted to overturn the election) for the spot. Now the question is whether or not anybody will have the balls to vote “no” on this ass-clown.
I cold see someone forgetting it’s in the gym bag or whatever. That means he should not be able to have one. You DO NOT forget about this stuff.
That’s one of the many reasons I don’t want to carry. You have to constantly be aware about it. Always.
Probably not. I think all of them are tired of the performative art show at this point. They want to get back to grifting the rubes, and this is all too much like actual work.
Unfortunately, that asshole just won the speakership.
If you’re that casually unaware of where your gun is, then what is the point in carrying it so routinely that you can forget about it? “Oh, hold on Mr. Badguywithagun, I’ve got mine here somewhere…”
That happened to me one time when I forgot I had a gun in my bra.
j/k
Someone more creative than I’m feeling today could make a limerick about that.
In a bra that was lacy and tight,
A pistol was hidden from sight.
She forgot it was there,
Gave folks quite a scare,
'Til she laughed and said, “It’s alright!”
– Courtesy of ChatGPT
Hehe. Well done.
It didn’t occur to me to use ChatGPT. Turns out it can make a pretty good limerick!
Many years ago, I once took a small amount, maybe a gram, of ……smokable contraband…on a domestic flight buy rolling it into a couple of thin cigarettes and putting those cigarettes inside my bra, near the underwire pocket.
I shared the “hide it in your bra” tip with a friend of mine, a rather large woman. She told me she tried it and it worked great. I asked her how much she carried and she told me three ounces.
The phrase “Bristol pistol” immediately occurs to me.