arms and wings
on our flight home i was stretching my legs and waiting for garrett to finish in the potty in the tail section. a woman hiked up her shirt and showed a flight attendant a tag that was driving her crazy. i guess she asked for a clippers or scissors or something to cut it off. the attendent said 9/11 took those things away. i thought about helping her. but i chose not to reveal that i had smuggled a weapon onto a commercial airline. yes that's right. i refuse to let some bureaucrat who flies exclusively in private jets make stupid decisions about my safety. there's no way i want to die on an airplane taken over by armed and suicidal criminals where 50 some people would have fought for their lives and country if only they had the simplest of weapons. like a finger nail scissors.