So when I’m going through security check in Dubai, bound for Kish Island, Iran, they call me over for further scrutiny.
“You have Caesar’s…” the nice lady says.
I have Caesar’s what…face…bearing…sex appeal? “Excuse me?”
“You have Caesar’s…” she repeats. The security lady starts making a cutting motion with her fingers.
Hey, now, don’t start cutting anything. We just met, and I haven’t said anything the slightest bit inappropriate. You want to have a baby by Caesarian section, is that it? Ohhh… “Scissors? Yes, I have scissors, but they’re blunt ones, not sharp.”
“Let me see.”
So I show them to her and she takes them over to her supe. He shakes his head, “Not allowed.”
“But I pass security with these all the time; they’ve been approved,” I whine, but to no avail. They confiscate my Caesars… scissors. (More …)