In my left hand, I had the key-fob to my car and leaned in to sign the paper. *It* grabbed the key fob and growled..*You can't bring a knife in here!*
I grabbed it back from *it* so fast, *its* jaw fell open and through my clenched teeth I said, *It's NOT a knife!* ....and glared at *it*, spun on my heel and walked off to do my business down the hall. I was expecting to get *escorted* from the building ...but I think *her eminence* was too stunned to react.
[Did I mention I hate these storm troopers/]