Once upon a time I went up to New York to conduct a series of revival services for a church in Chateaugay, NY. I flew in and out of Montreal. Landing was no problem. All went fine. Leaving was not so good. I had a little Buck pen knife in my pocket. The nice lady with the metal detector wand objected to my little knife. Problem was she was talking French and of course that made no sense to me given I am not conversant in French. She put my little knife in a tray and called it contraband. I got that word. I picked it up and asked her, "Contraband?" She smiled and nodded in agreement. So, I threw that little knife over to the Delta desk where my bag were ... on the US side of that yellow/black line on the floor telling them, "Ya'll put that in my bag. They say it's contraband!" You'd have thought it was the apocalypse! Two fellows with police type hats walked over talking French all excited. She got excited. I ... I just kept telling them I needed to get on my plane so I could get back home. Gradually they all calmed down. Like I told them, I'd had the knife in my pocket when I came through the first time... couldn't see why it was any big deal now that I was going through the second time. Lots of people were having problems that day with stuff they were not legally supposed to bring through. Maybe they should have tossed it to their airline people? Don't know. Do know that dealing with those folks on that side of the yellow/black line was about as much trouble as trying to order breakfast at the restaurant where the menu was in French. Had to just point at the pictures to get everything done. Lots of fun! Lots of fun! Sincerely. bruce.
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