Not a security or leadership post. Just some general thoughts warranting capture. I can spot an American from a mile away. The shorts, the ill-fitting poorly worn clothes, the baseball cap, the general look of bewilderment are all telltale signs. I kept hearing this sound like sheep bleating. I and those sitting around me could not find where the sound was coming from. Turned out it was an elderly woman talking on her phone. That sound? Just her voice, apparently. MEX security triggers on the same three things in my bags: safety scissors, electric kettle, and travel power strip. I moved all three into a separate bag to speed things up. The screener was apparently determined to foil my plan. Next time, I’m putting these in a bin by themselves.
Published by Paul Jorgensen
I live in Tokyo as a consulting security practitioner. I use Emacs & Orgmode for as much as I can. I study and apply stoic philosophy as a way of life. I continue to slowly learn and practice Japanese. I cook and eat and drink. I travel and experience. I read and write. View all posts by Paul Jorgensen