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Largely same. Though once flying from Houston International to JFK a TSA agent started saying I couldn’t bring a blade onto an aircraft and she wanted to take the handle itself. I started to protest trying to negotiate her only confiscating the blade when a massive man wearing a 10 gal hat, a mustache that connected to his mutton chops and, most importantly, a big shiny badge said in a broad Texan accent “Now, Missy, how you gonna take a man’s razor? You want him to grow whiskers and folks call him kitty? Go on now, get on your flight!”
Largely same. Though once flying from Houston International to JFK a TSA agent started saying I couldn’t bring a blade onto an aircraft and she wanted to take the handle itself. I started to protest trying to negotiate her only confiscating the blade when a massive man wearing a 10 gal hat, a mustache that connected to his mutton chops and, most importantly, a big shiny badge said in a broad Texan accent “Now, Missy, how you gonna take a man’s razor? You want him to grow whiskers and folks call him kitty? Go on now, get on your flight!”
The TSA is bizarre.