01-21-2013, 07:36 PM
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Originally Posted by Ursy
It must be the charisma
See? MerryFairy agrees! Charisma!
I don't have it. I got a 1.5 inch swiss army type knife confiscated because I'd forgotten it was in my bag. Pair that with my imposing height of 5 ft, who can blame them? I'd have been scared of me too.
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Did you all miss my post on this? Omg it was tragic.
So thank you, I do not think it was charisma I think it was the genuine look of shock on my face that I could be so stupid as to bring a "weapon" through Homeland Security surrounded by armed guards. My mind was somewhere else when I was packing. So my knife..my beautiful Shun Santuko knife that I worked with every day for the last year, was going to either be confiscated or..and here is the real miracle..they gave me a chance to go check my carry on.
Really they should have just taken the knife, but I must have looked so shocked, sad..I dont know I was probably pouting, had puppy dog eyes..! I've been told that if I pout I can get anything out of anyone, and seriously I do it and I don't even know I am doing it.
God I cant believe I just admitted that in a public forum.
*so embarrassed*
Well those big bruiser, Homeland Security guards were so concerned about my reaction to not being able to take my knife once they realized that I was a Chef and not a terrorist..that they really did try hard to help me. In the end it was too late to check a 2nd bag and I had to just give the knife away. Its so stupid but I was so upset. Then I stopped to think of all of the nice things that people have done for me in my lifetime and I gave it to a nice lady who worked for the airlines who said she would give it to her son in law who was just learning to cook and did not own one good knife.
Suppose that was paying it forward in some way.
*shrugs*
It was not a good week. Or month. One loss after another.
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