So I'm about to bring this knife onto the plane

Clearly my 'misfortunes' were a result of not throwing money into the mechanised 'Spinning Buddha' gambling machine.

 I bypassed the Air Asia self check in machines and went straight to the baggage drop with all the necessary documents in my hand. The assistant scanned the baggage tag and then the conveyor belt whisked my bag down along the line. I walked away proudly, as if everything was going to go perfectly. Today I was going to catch a flight without breaking a sweat.

I was standing in line at the immigration gates when I remembered that my blue swiss army knife was still in my backpack - my carry on backpack to be precise. By now it was too late, my check in luggage had already gone through. I passed through the immigration gate with that feeling where you know you fucked up and there's no going back.

As I approached the security scanner checkpoint I technically had two options; I could declare the knife in my bag and have a 100% chance losing it or I could just do nothing and hope they don't notice. The latter gave me a chance of success. Clearly the obvious option was to smuggle the knife through security and onto the plane - I mean who wouldn't do the same thing?

I put the bag onto the conveyor belt and walked through the security gate.

"Sir we need to scan your bag again"

The security officer ran it through the bag scanner again.

"Could you please remove your laptop and any electronics which are inside"

He then placed the bag onto a larger scanner. I could see a still image my bag on the X-Ray display. The officer conversed with one of his colleagues and pointed to the red circle centred on the knife in my bag before opening up the side pocket where in which the dangerous object was contained.

"There is a swiss knife inside this bag"

"Ahh shit yeah there is too..." I replied in a disappointed tone of voice which only a Kiwi would recognise.

"You cannot bring on the plane. We have to confiscate it".

"Ok"

I spent the next 15 minutes waiting at the departure gate trying to keep equanimous, trying not to feel like a terrorist suspect who's plan had just been thwarted.