What’s that Mr. Security Guard, you’d like to look in my purse? Sure, go right ahead. That? Oh, that’s my knitting…would you like to see? Out comes 3/4 of a sock and scads of yarn. Thank you Mr. Security Guard, I will enjoy the concert.
Now it’s hardly my fault that he was so distracted by the knitting that he didn’t notice the wee tiny camera tucked discretely in the back of the knitting case. Nope, not my doing at all. Such lax security leads to picture taking opportunities. Presenting the charming Mr. Folds: