Last time we flew on a Mexican Airline a airport checkpoint worker gave the time-tested “poke your forearm with the object” test with my sharp tweezers before letting me on board with the offending items.
But, this time they weren’t about to let us escape so quickly. Upon further inspection of our carry-on luggage the teen-looking inspector dug through our backpack to find Neil’s Leatherman. As she unfolded it revealing various size knives, we sheepishly tried to explain that we had inadvertently packed it. Trying to look as un-terroristy as possible.
She was persuaded by our nervous smiles & agreed to let Neil take it back to the check-in counter instead of chucking it. There they fashioned him a knife-box with duct tape & newspaper. They checked in his Leatherman all alone. Curteous, caring & accommodating to terrorist suspects. What more could you want from an airline?
