They thoroughly searched my purse and carryon, made me empty everything out of my pockets, wanded me and patted me down, and inspected my shoes.
While I was putting my shoes back on, I started chatting with the security guard. "Do you ever find anything while you're doing this?"
"Oh yeah. Every day. We find files and box-cutters all the time. Lots of knives. Last week I found a switchblade-- that's not even legal to carry. ... She didn't make her flight."
I wasn't sure whether I should be reassured or frightened.