Leave your tools at home

This morning, the TSA people pulled me out of the X-ray line and asked if they could search my bag. “Sure,” I said, knowing there was nothing in there. “It looks like there’s a wrench in there,” said one of them. To shorten the story as much as possible: yes, there was a wrench in the pocket of my trousers. I’d picked it up to safeguard it from Matt The Tool Bandit; when I took them off after my dinner date with Arlene, I folded them neatly to be packed and packed them. Lo and behold, they took my wrench, all 5″ of it. I guess they thought a 7/16″ box/open-end qualifies as a banned item. At least it wasn’t one of my good ones.