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I spent most of the day Thursday worrying about airport security. I’d read the CATSA website several times, knowing the whole time that all it would take was one security guard who was having a bad day to ruin my flight. It says that crochet hooks are allowed in your carry-on bag (under “Penetrating Objects” *snicker*) and scissors are ok as long as they aren’t pointy. I felt confident that I could get my tools on board if everything went to plan. I also remembered that in all of the flights I had taken, I’d been pulled aside for further searching on about half of them. I wasn’t pulled aside on the trip to Montreal a few years ago, so I was due. If a guard says you can’t take something, your options are pretty much argue with him or go on your trip. What a stupid system! (I was totally ranting about this for days before the trip).

We awoke ridiculously bright and early Friday morning and headed out for the airport.

There weren’t many people at Pearson at that time of day, so the line at security was non-existent. The carry-on bags go on the counter. Then our coats. Charles‘ shoes. The laptops (each in a separate tray). My knee brace (and its annoying, yet effective, metal boning).

I warned one of the guards that I had scissors in my bag, and after the brief look of panic on her face, I amended that statement to say that they were rounded scissors for kids. No problem.

I walked through the metal detector and all was fine, so I headed to the end of the counter to get our things. Charles was behind me (his shoes take a while to take off). Everything seemed fine, so I started getting our things together.

Oh, wait. Something is holding us up! Oh no! They’re not going to let my crochet hook through! I knew I should have told them it was in there! I just panicked! I’d forgotten to bring a book! Eeek!

They were searching through Charles’ coat. Wait a minute, that doesn’t make any sense…

My stuff was fine. They didn’t like the pen Charles had in his coat pocket. Oy!