Friday, October 28, 2011

Are the screeners and rent-a-cops gonna feel the least bit foolish sending me back to my car when I (routinely) forget that this is in my pocket?


It's just disproportionate.  Somebody with concealed lethal weapon strolls right in.  I take a hike.

I often look for a planter outside the entrance where I can stash this little instrument of mayhem. Once a courthouse deputy spotted me doing it and gave me the stink eye, said that was out-of-bounds.

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Of the biblical allotment of three score and ten I have lived only three of them more than a bicycle ride from one of the Great Lakes. I grew up ten blocks from Lake Erie in the (once Irish/Italian ghetto, now newly-hip) "Near West Side" of Cleveland. I can still cycle to the Milwaukee lakefront in an hour and a half; but, a round-trip has always been more than I would (noror ever did) attempt. -0- I'm a "...somewhat combative pacifist and fairly cooperative anarchist," after the example of Grace Paley (1922-2007). -0- I'm always cheerful when I pay my taxes (having refused--when necessary--to pay that portion of them dedicated to war). -0- And I always, always vote.