Getting the chip in your bloodstream is one thing. I want to know how they seat it in the printed circuit board, and how they assure proper power polarity.
They’re lucky that Bill Gates’s DNA has an anode and a cathode.
Christ. How do you find the time?
I guess, as is the case so often, it’s all about priorities.
There is getting charged, and then there is getting charged. A friend of mine tried to take a gun through security a few years ago (and it probably was just forgetfulness). She was not charged with a crime, but did have to pay a $7,500 fine. That’s a pretty good wake up call for a first offense.
There are a lot of people around this neck of the woods. Enough assholes to keep me constantly feeling stabby. And any hope for lessons being learned, well, not so much hereabouts.
Yep, you make time for the important stuff.
I mean, is there something wrong with me that I want one of these now?
I could really use a new straw for smoothies.
Apparently forgetfulness is getting contagious.
And that’s what they caught.
So, it seems reasonable to extrapolate that for every gun caught, four guns end up on the flight.
She was just in the wrong state.
I know a few responsible gun owners, and they know where their guns are at all times. I’ve seen people forget to pack their toothbrush, but I’ve never seen anyone forget they packed a gun. That would be a sign of an irresponsible gun owner.
And since this is about Stupid MFers in the news, I suppose I share some of them.
I really hate it when I’m playing Call of Duty, and instead of the disk, I put my gun in the console, then forget where I left it.
Anyway, at 18 a day, I don’t think I could keep up.
Coming back to the States in 1982, I forgot to check my fairly-new Victorinox Champion knife. It was in my photo vest. I went through the screening at Gatwick, and the agent asked me to empty my pockets. There it was. I was mortified. He looked at it and said, ‘Nice knife,’ and sent me through.
Did London have tighter laws at the time? Airport security was pretty lax in the US in the 80’s.
That one MF’ing frozen strawberry that refused to yield to the blender is F’d now.
no, they are rather nice. a bit pricy, but nice. victory over juice boxes!
I went on a backpacking trip in the Grand Canyon (post 9/11) and had to fly down for the trip. To make sure my backpack and supplies made it, I shipped them ahead of time via UPS. On the way back I was going to carry my backpack as my carry-on luggage. It wasn’t till I was in the air that I realized that in my backpack was pocket knife, matches, lighter, and pressurized fuel canister. 
Sounds like a party.
All I needed was a loaded pistol and more than 3oz of booze, not neatly fit in a Ziploc baggie, and it would’ve been!
Off topic, but appealing to my twisted sense of humor: the link above to the story of the Tennessee man who tried to bring a gun through security at Dulles has a link to another story about an Alabama man who was killed (and presumably eaten) by dogs; animal control agents had to trap and cage six dogs before his body could be recovered.
Right below the story was an ad for ground beef.
Seemed macabrely appropriate.
Dunno about the Eighties but I flew between DC & Houston a couple of times in the Nineties; security didn’t really mind the Swiss Army knife that I had in my carry-on. Those working the X-ray in DCA did pause a bit.
In the halcyon days of 2000-early 2001, Mrs Magill was a traveling consultant. Caterpillar had put her up in an extended stay hotel in Peoria for about a year, and she would fly back and forth every week to our house in Raleigh. She got to know the retired old men who worked security in Peoria. Towards the end out her tour, she was slowly moving her stuff back home in her carry-on luggage. The security guys were puzzled by a strange shape on the x-ray scanner. They called her back to their side of the scanner and asked what it was. She offered to open her suitcase, so they could look at it, but they decided it was a comb (which she insisted she didn’t have). When she got home, she discovered it was a four inch paring knife.
Less tight. I’m sure if I’d forgotten the knife was in my pocket in the U.S., it would have been confiscated. In London, the guy was like ‘OK.’
Decades ago there was a wealthy older woman in Philadelphia who had 15 or so dogs in her mansion. She was found dead when her relatives stopped to check on her. Detectives and the coroner determined she had fallen down the stairs and was still alive, but one or more dogs mauled her.
An animal behaviorist was hired by the family. Cameras were set up and a mannequin wearing the old woman’s clothes was placed at the top of the stairs. The mannequin was rigged remotely and fell down the stairs. All the dogs ran away from the commotion except for one, that tore apart the mannequin. That dog was euthanized, the rest re-homed.