I was going through airport security yesterday in Amsterdam, and I stuck all my things through the X-ray machine,

and the security officer told me to step aside she was going to have to look through my backpack.

And I didn't think anything of it because I usually get a lot of special attention when I go through airport security for some reason.

But I sat down and started putting on my boots.

After I laced up my second boot, I noticed that there

were five or six other security officers that had gathered around, and she was digging through

my backpack, and it appeared that there was something in particular she was looking for, and I wasn't

quite sure what it was, but I started getting worried, and she finally found what she was looking for.

She pulled out a butter knife and held it up above her head.

And everybody started laughing.

She started laughing.

All the other officers started laughing.

And I realized a couple days earlier,

I'd taken all of the food from backstage

and shoved it into my backpack like I do

sometimes because I'm kind of cheap. And I must have stuck this butter knife in there without

realizing it. But after they laughed for a little while, she smiled at me really big and

she says, I guess you need this back. So she stuck the butter knife back in my backpack, handed it to me, and I got on the plane.

Music Hi, friends, this is Otis Gibbs, and you're listening to Thanks for Giving a Dam.

I'm sitting here in my hotel room in London, and it's a pretty crappy hotel room, if I could say so.

One thing about London hotels is you're going to pay way too much and not get very much for it.

But I had a really good week of gigs in Belgium and Harlem before this, and I'm looking forward to winding out this UK run. This is a personal journal. This is a bit of an experiment.

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