" Seconds later, the female security officer grabbed a pair of my father's shorts from the top of the duffel bag, and emptied out the contents of his pockets. A lighter, three nail files, a pocket wrench, a pair of pliers, a screwdriver, and a nectarine fell onto the folding table. I looked at the woman, looked at my father, and then looked around to see if anyone else was watching. " What's the problem?" my father asked the woman. " Sir, I'm going to have to take this lighter away from you," she said. " The lighter?" I asked her. " What about the bomb kit he's carrying around? He could do a lot more damage to a person with that wrench." " I need the wrench!" he shrieked. " For what?" " What if something goes wrong with the plane? "