I had to stop by the Board of Supe's meeting this morning in case they wanted a word from a representative of the nonprofit I work for. (Ouch, that sentence hurts my English major's soul, but hey, it's colloquial.) I didn't realize that our courthouse now runs a security gauntlet and unfortunately had a nice little pocket knife in my bag. Emphasis on the word LITTLE, as in 2" blade plus corkscrew.I didn't have time to take the knife back to my car. I asked the officer, oh so nicely, if they could possibly hold on to it for me, that I'd only be in the supe's chambers for 10 or 15 minutes. There were three security officers--the one doing her duty with me and two others chatting. It wasn't exactly O'Hare airport, if you get my drift.
"We can't do that, ma'am."
Sigh...of course not. Because those overworked security folks can't be held responsible to watch over the TONS of confiscated weapons they no doubt garnered this morning.
I wanted to whisper that if she'd just slip the tiny little knife in the pocket of her olive drab britches, I'd tip her a fin or let her hold my driver's license. But she didn't look like she had much of a sense of humor. Or the ability to think around corners.
Hey, I won't argue with you: Security is good. Then again, so is critical thinking. I'm just glad I didn't get busted for my underwire bra.
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I lost a corkscrew in this very same way a few weeks ago and got the same response when I asked if they'd please hold on to it as I was parked far away, and it was almost 3 (I also couldn't believe they close at 3...) The security guard also added, "We confiscate things like this and destroy them. We don't take them home and use them or anything." Uh huh.
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