I just flew in from my brother’s wedding at Oklahoma University, and I had an interesting experience at the Tulsa airport. It seems my Powerbook’s power adapter made one of the screeners very nervous. She X-rayed it three times, poked, prodded and groped it, then eventually seemed to need to get it officially approved. She said it looked like “some kind of tool.” I assured her it was no more dangerous than my iPod or my mouse, but she seemed unwilling to take my word for it. Eventually I was allowed to pass, but not before my wife had gotten completely bored and wandered off to get some coffee. I’m glad I remembered to take the Leatherman off my keychain or I might still be standing there.
Anyway, I’m glad to be home. Now if only my luggage would join me.