I’m off to Greece next week and as I was pondering what to write for my last U.S. based piece for quite a while the gods intervened in the form of an email that popped onto my screen from one of my best friends. His plane had just landed in the United States and he couldn’t wait to tell me what had happened at the airport in his country of embarkation.
But then it hit me: if he hadn’t mentioned the name of the place where it all went down I’d never have known, because it could have happened in any number of countries—and does. So, my question to you is, what’s your best guess on the scene of the (attempted) crime?
Here’s the story as told in the first person by a tall, fit, fifty-year-old man who looks like the quintessential American businessman, flag in the lapel and all. The only changes I made were to references that would give away the country…in order to protect the non-innocent and make this piece a mystery (of sorts).
At the Charlotte airport now.
After going through my briefcase three times I wound up in a back room with five agents.
I was then frisked and when they touched my cargo pants front pocket they asked what was in there.
They told me to take it out. I did and flipped it open. “Police!” they said [in their language] when they saw my badge. Then they laughed, gave me back my stuff, had me sign a release that my stuff had been inspected and that I had in no way been intimidated.
Lucky that I'm a sworn officer of the law or at best I'd be a few dollars lighter today.
Sent from my iPad.
Perhaps the moral to this story is that we all should make a stop at a toy store before taking off for certain parts of the globe. But, frankly, the part of the message I found most significant was that my long time PC buddy had gone over to the other side. Yes, Mr. Microsoft was traveling with an iPad! Almost makes this long time Mac-man want to get one before leaving for Mykonos. But then again, I didn’t win the tournament.
Yiasou, ya’ll. Catch you next week while I’m in the air.