"You have scissors in your bag?"
Now this bag I packed for Jury Duty would have put Mary Poppins to shame.
"Um, probably"
"You have knitting needles in the bag?"
I was excited because I knew the answer to that question.
"YES!" (OK maybe a bit too much exuberance)
"You can't come in here with knitting needles or scissors."
Did I mention that the knitting needles were plastic and the scissors were safety scissors?
"I can't?"
"You can't what?"
I was getting confused at this point.
"I can't come in with safety scissors or plastic knitting needles...?"
So I slowly turned, walked back down the steps, across the parking lot, opened my car and deposited my weaponish safety scissors and plastic knitting needles. Then back across the parking lot, up the stairs, and through the scanner and metal detector(again).
The guard said to me, "If you had wooden knitting needles that would have been ok."
"Because they are...what...less pointy?" I say.
"No because they are wooden."
I love Jury Duty. 'Nuff said.
