I've relayed this story to a few friends, but I thought I should just blog it...
Last May, when my wife an I were living in Connecticut, my mother paid me a weekend visit. We drove to Boston to walk the Freedom Trail one day and then took the Metro North into New York to visit the Statue of Liberty the next. Before you board the boat to visit Ellis Island and old lady herself, you have to pass a security checkpoint on the edge of Battery Park roughly comparable to one you would encounter at a local airport.
Quite on accident, my wife had in her purse a little pick canister of pepper spray. The security personel at the checkpoint identified it and forced us to discard it. This was an obvious bummer, but it wasn't really that interesting until a remembered something...
...she had taken that purse, with its contents, on at least 2 previous round-trip flights, which means she had somehow gotten that pepper spray through 4 airport security checkpoints.
No, I'm not kidding.
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