Last year coming back from a lovely little holiday in Stockholm I proceeded to the metal detector gate. Nothing unusual in that, of course. I put my bag on the x-ray belt and walked through the gate. Nothing. 'Good, good,' I thought, 'the usual, then'. As I went on to pick up my carry-on bag, the security guy asked politely if I had a knife it. I told him no, that I didn't have a clue what he was on about. So he asked me nicely to open it and put all the contents on the table. I did so without hesitation thinking what it could possibly be that resembled a knife. I stood there for more than 15 minutes trying to find all sorts of things in my bag. But no knife. They put the bag through the x-ray about five times and everytime he told me that there was something that resembled a knife. Logically, I was slightly annoyed by that time and offered him my bag to look through it again as I was clearly too stupid to find things in there. He went through it and after another ten minutes, with a victorious smile on his face, managed to come up with the little Swiss Army pocket knife. You can imagine how much blushing went on right there. 'Well,' I thought, 'I will just have do without the little knife then', and was ready to walk away. He then called me and told me it was ok, gave me the knife back and proceeded to give me directions to the gate.

You can imagine, I wasn't quite sure what to think anymore having wasted valuable duty free shopping time because of the knife only to have it handed back to me. Silly really...

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