Dec 18, 2006 11:54
I went to a party of drunk bike messengers and one of them stole my lighter, so I might as well write about it now.
At a 7-11 in West Hollywood, I bought a forest-and-leaves printed Bic to match my Real Tree Hardwoods hunting coat. I was excited to pull it from my pocket when I stand out in cold weather.
Going through security of the airport, I remembered that I had left my Real Tree lighter in my carry-on bag and began to mourn it; lighters are a pre-9/11, on-flight No Way. My bag went through the scanner and came out on the conveyer belt, and none of the airline personnel asked to open it. The lighter would fly home with me.
I began brag-texting all of my friends, "Just snuck a lighter on the plane," and felt completely dangerous. It was then that I realized airport security hadn't stood a chance: they would never have seen the lighter in the X-Ray because it's camophlauge!