I had a knife confiscated once, back in '92, and it's a sore point to this day.
I was in college in northern Idaho, picking up someone at the airport in Spokane, WA. I had a small, "relatively inexpensive" bali (~3" blade) that I used as a pocketknife for years.
I didn't realize it was on me until I got to the metal detector on the way to the gate to meet him. I dropped the knife in the little bucket along with my keys and wallet and walked on through, fully expecting no trouble.
However, when the bucket arrived to the security guard, she saw the bali, picked up her radio, and in a stern/nervous voice said "We have a KNIFE..."
Next thing I know here comes two armed cops walking about 20 feet apart with their hands on their holstered pistols!
They escorted me to a little back office, and informed me how knives that could be opened with one hand were illegal in Washington!? Also, I was "lucky I wasn't arrested on the spot". His example of an acceptable knife was one that you nearly had to break your fingernail off trying to open it. I asked if I could be allowed to remove the knife from their airport, and put the knife back in my car, and was informed that it was being confiscated and destroyed.
Needless to say I was frustrated, but never questioned their law. Not only that, but I got stopped for a bogus traffic violation (another long story), and on the way back home to Idaho, I must have passed through a dozen speed traps in 90 miles! When I crossed the border back into Idaho, right at the border we drove through a strange, whispy fog (the only fog of the whole trip), then clear again, and there were no more strange incidents.
You have now left... the twilight zone....
I was in college in northern Idaho, picking up someone at the airport in Spokane, WA. I had a small, "relatively inexpensive" bali (~3" blade) that I used as a pocketknife for years.
I didn't realize it was on me until I got to the metal detector on the way to the gate to meet him. I dropped the knife in the little bucket along with my keys and wallet and walked on through, fully expecting no trouble.
However, when the bucket arrived to the security guard, she saw the bali, picked up her radio, and in a stern/nervous voice said "We have a KNIFE..."

Next thing I know here comes two armed cops walking about 20 feet apart with their hands on their holstered pistols!

Needless to say I was frustrated, but never questioned their law. Not only that, but I got stopped for a bogus traffic violation (another long story), and on the way back home to Idaho, I must have passed through a dozen speed traps in 90 miles! When I crossed the border back into Idaho, right at the border we drove through a strange, whispy fog (the only fog of the whole trip), then clear again, and there were no more strange incidents.
You have now left... the twilight zone....