That's still no excuse for hassling some weedy-looking geek with a paper fan with plastic tines in his luggage. I witnessed this in the aftermath of GenCon '08: the TSA officer, a tiny, tiny man, barely five feet, was turning the fan over and over in his hands and drawling "Weeeelp, ah heahrd that these fans kin be used lahik a weapon, 'n you folks ahre all inter that sameray thang..."
"That's not a war fan," I said blithly, "War fans would have metal spokes, sometimes sharpened, or be thick clubs that only looked like folded fans. That fan is made of plastic and paper."
The TSA official glared at me, and as I was dragged off by my comrades before I could get myself into any more trouble, I heard him saying "Ah s'ppose ah kin let y'all off with a warnin' this time."
For lo, the spell of smalldicked authoritarianism is easily broken by common sense, and the fact that my testicles were clearly bigger than his despite the fact that I was a woman.
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"That's not a war fan," I said blithly, "War fans would have metal spokes, sometimes sharpened, or be thick clubs that only looked like folded fans. That fan is made of plastic and paper."
The TSA official glared at me, and as I was dragged off by my comrades before I could get myself into any more trouble, I heard him saying "Ah s'ppose ah kin let y'all off with a warnin' this time."
For lo, the spell of smalldicked authoritarianism is easily broken by common sense, and the fact that my testicles were clearly bigger than his despite the fact that I was a woman.