|all I need is an excuse to use the typewriter on the plane|
|imagine my shock at finding this damage to the Tippa|
|the knob was nowhere to be found.|
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.