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| all I need is an excuse to use the typewriter on the plane |
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| imagine my shock at finding this damage to the Tippa |
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| the knob was nowhere to be found. |
I suspect that the Zurich security personnel tried moving the carriage and levered the knob right off, and it must have pinged away under something. In hindsight, when I offered to open the typewriters for their inspection they seemed anxious for me to be on my way "No no you're fine, go ahead!" they told me. I'm trying to glue on a replacement from one of my cork tops.
At the other checkpoint, where I checked baggage and had carry-ons approved before the search area, the security lady seemed unnerved by the typewriters and that one had been gifted to me, but the supervisor she called over had a more bemused outlook and took it in stride, especially after learning I am a collector. She came later to the gate and recognized me as "the typewriter man" and told me that in her off hours she has a second-hand store and had sold a simplex once for over 100 Fr. At that time I had not yet concluded the damage had occurred at security or I'd have complained.
