Read Joe’s encounter with a security guard on a cruise ship for carrying a knife that the cruise-line said he could carry. This imbecile, while in the employ of a cruise-line, decided that he would enforce the knife laws of Where Great Britain Used To Be.
A couple of weeks back, I was at Disney, for what is hopefully the last time I’ll ever go there. In trips past, I always carried a gun there. But I was told this time that was a no go. But I did carry a knife. In fact, I carried the Razor Lite I mentioned before because it’s cheap and if it ran afoul of their policies, I could replace it cheap. Every day we went to a park. And most days to two parks.
For the first four days, I’d go up to the security line for the metal detector, empty my pockets into a tray (knife included) and would go right on in just fine. On the fifth day, at Epcot the nice security lady took an interest in the knife. She then pulled out some sort of card that, apparently, was designed to see if the knife was some number of inches or less. I told her I’d been in and out of parks all week and she was the first person to even take an interest in the knife. She was puzzled by this. This knife is borderline whatever the size limit is. And she let me in with it. Then, the last day there we went to Magic Kingdom. And this time a male security guy took an interest in it. Same thing. Only he told me to leave it in my bag.
They were both very professional and polite. In fact, I found the security there to be nothing but pleasant and courteous. And they seem to be effective and are very efficient. Those guys should run the TSA.
