To get through airport security I always have to take off my boots, which have steel toes; and my belt, which has a large metal buckle. I was walking through the metal detector when I suddenly felt my new jeans slip downward alarmingly.
I hitched them up as best I could and hoped this time I might be spared a delay in getting through the line, but no: Arab men and pointy sticks are now considered a dangerous combination by the TSA. I was hauled aside as usual for the following dialogue:
Security Guy (indicating needles from which depend unfinished lace stole): Sir, can you tell me what this is?
Franklin (trying to look dignified while keeping up his jeans with one hand): Yes, that's knitting.
Security Guy: Knitting?
Franklin: Yes, I'm knitting a stole. It's lace.
Security Guy: You're knitting this yourself?
Security Guy: Can you demonstrate to me that you know how to knit with these items?
Franklin: Only if you let me have my belt back first.