Apparently I'm better armed than I realized. I was told by the gal who X-rayed my purse at court to step over to the nice officer and hand over my scissors. Scissors? I dug all through my purse and couldn't find any. I had to have her scan my purse a second time. And no wonder I couldn't find them, they were so tiny! It turns out after going through all that trouble to disarm myself, I still had...get this...cuticle scissors in my purse. For you guys who don't know what that looks like, the blades are about 3/4 of an inch long. Teeniest, tiniest little scissors you'll ever see.
Lucky for me they have a weapons check at the door just like coat check. You hand over your weapon and they give you a card with a number on it you can use to claim it when you leave the court house. The King County justice system can now rest easy knowing my deadly little weapon is in the safe care of a Seattle City Sheriff. And it's his lucky day if he feels like giving himself a manicure, maybe I should have loaned him my nail file too.