This morning at work I was talking to a salesrep who had just returned from a trade show in Las Vegas, and as I did so she was unpacking stuff from her trip. What happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas; it came all the way to New York in an x-rayed space-age-silvery carry-on purse. She held and I beheld a boxcutter. “Can you believe that?” she asked.
Yes. Yes I can. Nice going, groingropers! A boxcutter, on a plane. It’s not like the anniversary of 9/11 is just a few weeks away or anything.
In hindsight, I should have asked her to bring me back a lid of Cali Kush.