Am I crazy or what
I flew to Chicago this morning and due to my loyalty to Delta, I was upgraded to first class.
When I arrived at the airport, I was searched, prodded, questioned, and had my ‘stuff’ xrayed. So far so good. I was deemed flyable and was given the TSA stamp of approval. I had no weapons, knives, guns, bottles of water, explosives, or shampoo, in excess of two ounces. I was pure as the driven snow.
I sat down on the plane and the first thing that happened was they served me breakfast. In doing so, they handed me a stainless steel knife, with serrated edge, and a nice sharp fork. I also had a drink in a nice upmarket glass that with very little effort could be turned into a slicing device.
Does anyone see the irony here?