Just in case it's possible to be arrested after the fact: the following post is a work of fiction. Places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental!
Sunscreen and hand gel safely stowed in my checked luggage, matches removed (Chanukah being over, after all), I entered the airline security line yet again confident that all would be smooth sailing.
Maybe it helped to be cheerful and laughing about the time I had a full sized screwdriver removed from my purse by security guards, or perhaps my purse really was designed to be exclusively marketed to terrorists, but it wasn't until I got on the plane that I discovered this useful little tool was in the same side pocket as my daughter's Ipod:
This cute little set that I keep in my purse for any number of small emergencies includes pliers, a knife, a serrated knife, bottle opener, phillips and flat head screwdrivers, nail file and a tiny rectangular pokey thing that I've never had occasion to use. I decided to wait until we landed until I showed it to my traveling companion.
As for the conference itself, I was not totally surprised to learn that I'm even a geek amongst the early childhood geeks. I met a woman who did a CD I play for the kids all the time, rushed over to make certain my principal got to meet her too...and then found out my principal had no clue who she was.
And I'm pretty sure I was in the minority as someone disappointed that we only attended services four times in two days instead of the five times listed on our itinerary. Yes, I was even almost dreading the three hours of free time we got on Saturday until I realized that my principal was willing to let me play tour guide. I dragged her to The Philadelphia Museum of Art and of course The Gates of Hell. I love being a tour guide in a strange city!