One fine day long before 9/11/01 I was going through airport security to pick up my wife at the gate. On my keys I had a 1-inch long solid pewter Beretta 92 that my undersheriff had brought me back from some big-wig conference (he used to rag me because I carried a Beretta and he thought they were too big and clunky- then he went to the FBI national academy and bought a commemorative one, which he carried faithfully every day after that).
Anyway, the two non-English speaking females manning the 'security checkpoint' I was going through saw this little pewter doodad on my keychain and had a shitfit. They called a supervisor over, who told me I couldn't go through to the gate with it. I asked him why not, and he said the FAA required them to treat anything that looked like a gun the same as an actual firearm. I then held up the gun magazine I had been reading and asked them if I had to check it, too, since it had a big picture of a Glock on the front. He told me not to be ridiculous. I told him he and his illegal alien non-English-speaking lackeys were the ones being ridiculous, threw the pewter Beretta in the trash and went on to the gate.