It seems all you need is a multimeter and two long tubes of chocolates. Pack the multimeter on top of the chocolates so that they look like one cohesive unit of pipes, electronics and wires in the airport’s security xray machine. Then enjoy as the security people take away your boarding pass and rummage through your luggage.
I had an interesting time on the flight back to Vancouver today. Yeah.
After the fun of being searched as a terrorist (northern BC being a hotbed for those, and me looking like one, being white and female and wearing a Lululemon hoodie) I got on the plane along with everyone else, but not before buying an overpriced bottle of water from the security area. Then we all sat around on the Dash 8 for 20 minutes as these two kids who were flying without guardians were yacking away to the flight attendant about how their aunt just had a baby? and how they enjoyed watching the baby drink milk? and not from the bottle? and that the baby pushed the towel away? when it drank? Ah, little kids and the things they don’t tell you. Then they started kicking each other. Then we were all taken off the plane, because the Vancouver airport hadn’t given the pilots the okay to start flying towards it, possibly because they’d heard about these kids.
I had enough time to pee and make a phone call before we were called to go back through security and start the fun a second time. So, I put my gear on the conveyor belt, completely sure of my innocence, except this time my carry-on luggage contained that bottled water I bought in security less than half an hour before. Obviously, though, it’s a bomb.
If I’m really a terrorist, I suck at it, if I can’t get past the security officers at Northwest Regional Airport. Good on them for protecting the world from me. Me big, me scary, me hijack tiny plane with water and chocolates, like evil MacGyver.