From the Kitchen #143
It started with an innocent nail clipper. At least I thought it was innocent, but I was not allowed to take it on the flight to Perth. As it was sternly removed from my carry-on luggage, I imagined that someone bent on violence could have wrestled it from my grasp as I trimmed my toenails in seat 23D. She could then have used it to pull out the fingernails of one of the cabin staff for serving cold coffee and stale scones.