I was out in San Francisco about three weeks ago for a conference. All went well. I stayed with a Busse HOG who took me out to some great restaurants as well as out to Muir Woods for a hike. Fine host all around.
Fast forward to the return flight. I checked my bag, proceeded to the security line, started unpacking my pockets, and began cursing. There was my peanut in its leather slip. Not in my checked bag. In my pocket.
Fortunately, there was a drop box where you could bag your offensive cutlery, provide an address and CC number, and supposedly, your knife would be mailed to you for the low, low price of $9.95.
Well, I'm still waiting on it. It was a nice little Schrade dogleg jack. Almost new with great snap.
*sniff, sniff*
Come home, little peanut. I miss you.
Fast forward to the return flight. I checked my bag, proceeded to the security line, started unpacking my pockets, and began cursing. There was my peanut in its leather slip. Not in my checked bag. In my pocket.
Fortunately, there was a drop box where you could bag your offensive cutlery, provide an address and CC number, and supposedly, your knife would be mailed to you for the low, low price of $9.95.
Well, I'm still waiting on it. It was a nice little Schrade dogleg jack. Almost new with great snap.
*sniff, sniff*
Come home, little peanut. I miss you.