Oh, so now I can’t bring a (plastic) bottle of soda, some candy or my laptop if I hop on a plane to London? How about a book? Can I still bring a book? Or can I just listen to my iPod, please? Oh, no. That wouldn’t be safe.
Oh, well — I guess I’ll just have to entertain and educate myself with the amazingly interesting and well-written in-flight magazine, or if it’s a little longer flight, possibly a challenging and intelligent romantic comedy, possibly one starring international superstar Jennifer Aniston!
I’m very thankful that these important and useful precautions have been taken. Now no terrorist can kill me by, oh, strapping fifty pounds of C4 and rusty nails to his body, walking into an airport and turning himself and every human being in the vicinity into flesh confetti. Right?
I dunno about you, but I feel safe as hell now. Thank you, powers that be!
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