For the second time in the history of this blog I have a guest poster. My friend Penney from Vancouver read my handcuff blog and offered this handcuff story that involves her husband Tony. The following is actually a response to my handcuff story. Thanks Penney.
Way back, before 9/11 when air travelers were all considered fairly harmless and Tony’s entire magic collection could fit into a standard briefcase. We were flying to AB, and because he didn’t trust the airline with his precious collection he planned to bring the briefcase as a carry-on. Gotta really hand it to the security lady. She never cracked a smile (though her eyes were laughing hysterically) as she had asked this strange long-haired dude (Tony) to open the case. So he does, explaining to her how the case was filled with odd stuff because he was a magician, and really, she couldn’t possibly understand the workings of what he had in that case of mystery. And when she went straight for the corner of the case and pulled out his handcuffs, he didn’t miss a beat. He said, “That is for my escapism act.” They made him give it to the steward, who I think gave it to the pilot.
For some strange reason, none of the three steward(ess) on that flight could make it through the safety procedures, because they were all doubled over laughing by the time they boarded the plane.
PanningForGold 
Reminds me of the time your grandmother (my mother) went on a plane and they asked her what was in her little carrying case and she said, “just my drugs.” Sent them into a frenzy.