When I got to the security line with my sewing scissors, the agent didn’t even blink. Meanwhile, the woman in front of me got flagged for a perfectly innocent jar of peanut butter—yes, peanut butter—because it exceeded the liquid rule. (Pro tip: peanut butter counts as a gel. Don’t ask.)
So the moral of the story? Scissors on a plane are mostly fine, as long as you mind your inches. But watch out for the real contraband: that suspicious 12-ounce bottle of Nutella in your backpack. That’s the stuff security nightmares are made of. Safe travels, and may your blades be short enough to fly.
