Flâneur about Town

I get stopped at Calabar airport today: "You have a spoon in your bag." Rummage for spoon. Spoon is confiscated. I am unaware that a spoon is a prohibited item in hand luggage. "Err, why?" Security man grabs offending spoon, adopts the face of a deranged killer and enthusiastically mimes a brutal act of violence. With a spoon.

I laugh loudly. "When did you last hear of someone being attacked with a spoon?" No response. I shrug and walk on, comforted by the concerns for spoon security but bemused that they failed to spot the pair of scissors in the same bag.