Just a quickie

I'll do a real update later (probably tomorrow), but here's a little piece of my current life:


So, fun fact: Greyhound doesn't allow pocket knives. They don't have any metal detectors, and the don't do any sort of search or screening (which is actually one of the things I like about greyhound), but they have a no toerance policy, which apparently is enforced by a strict "looking at people" method. Since I have no particularly sinister intentions vis a vis my knife, I usually wear it clipped onto my pocket, a fact which allowed the crack security team to identify me as a threat. The gaurd said no way to get it on the bus, not even in checked luggage. The supervisor said no way, and showed me the sign. I figured, okay, get it back, say I'd mail it, then stick it in my shoe (a tactic I have Alejandro Lackey to thank for, and works as well in the clubs of Vegas as it does in BC). Nope; I had handed it to the supervisor, in an attempt to illustrate it's lack of weapon-ess (it's a small, ~2 inch non-serrated blade), and he told me that the only way to get it back would be to have someone else pick it up for me. Or, answering the question i had asked 2 guys back about there being anyway to get it on the bus, pay greyhound 7$ to ship it. facepalm. Fine, whatever, the knife's worth way more than that. So, he takes it up to the young lady working the desk, I get up there and just ask for the first bus north (I have an open ticket, I can ride as much as I want for a week), which is pheonix in an hour. I just want my knife back. She says, oh, just put it in your bag. I open my mouth to say "technically, that would be against your no tolerance policy" when the rest of my brain ballkicks my auspergers like insistence on policy accuracy, I smile and say awesome, thank you so much. As I get my check bag, she says there's actually a bus leaving for pheonix right now. So, I grab my knife back, stuff it in my check while the sup's not looking, jog to the bus. 

Best two things I haven't mentioned yet: 
1. The ticket lady asked the only security gaurd i hadn't talked to if it was cool to stow the knife in my check, he said yes like it was somethig any idiot would know.
2. I had just enough time before getting on the bus to grab the other pocket knife out of my satchel and stuff it in my check also.

Oh, Greyhound