The CIA and ASIO must think Osama bin Laden is hiding in Western Australia. That might explain why airport security at Kalgoorlie is so stringent.
With so many miners wearing steel-capped boots, it’s inevitable that every second person who passes through the magic arch (the one that beeps) warrants further scrutiny from the people with magic wands.
My RM Williams boots used to trigger the damn thing every time, so now I either take them off in advance and put them through the x-ray machine, or wear different shoes.
On Friday I thought everything was sweet on the security front as I stepped through the arch without hearing a beep.
However, the x-ray machine detected a suspicious device in my backpack, which I had to unload for inspection.
The shaving cream! Of course, how silly of me. Terrorists across the globe are plotting to hijack planes using, you guessed it, shaving cream.
“Surrender the plane to me, or I’ll lather you,” sounds quite intimidating.
Not only was I carrying evil shaving cream, it didn’t have a lid! Tsk, there was a smidgen of stray cream in my bathroom bag.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate that sir,” the guard intoned. “Now you know why we don’t allow shaving cream on the aircraft.”
I’m not one to challenge authority, so I resisted the temptation to respond with anything other than a nod of understanding (read confusion).
As I collected my belongings, absorbing the shame of my fellow passengers who stared or glanced sideways at me with a mix of suspicion, derision, humor and sympathy, I realised that they had actually confiscated my shaving cream.
But they left the razor blade!
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