You can't take me anywhere...

[arib]

*Ari and his dad pass a sign at the airport security checkpoint. The sign features pictures of scissors, a pocketknife, a screwdriver, a cartoonesque bomb, and a pistol, all with slashes through them.

Me: Does this mean I can't bring my scissors, pocketknife or ordinance along with me?

Dad: Ari, don't make me hurt you...

Me: Oh, come on, security won't even notice me unless I start singing "Who put the bomb in the bomb shoo bomb shoo bomb."

Dad: (glaring) Ari, you sang that the last time we went to Chicago...

Me: I know, I know, I should really be aiming for a higher caliber of humor...

hee hee hee.

(In other news, I'm typing this by the gate to my plane, and I just realized that my bandage scissors made it through security in my carry-on...)