And then her face turns dour. Our scanner doesn't work on Apples. At this point, it's all a little bit too much, too fast, for me to handle. Then, of course, I sort of relished the irony of it all. She started to become uncomfortable and tried to move me along.
Every case is different.
It depends what they have. Of course I was burning up. Lots of thoughts raced through me. And I immediately thought of John Gilmore, and how much I respected him when he refused to board a flight a few years ago when the airline demanded he present a form of identification. Then I thought of how, despite in their kafakain zeal to abuse my privacy, they couldn't even get that right.