Security Theatre of the Absurd, part 2
So yesterday I returned to the scene of my previous nefarious deeds—the Empire State Building—and once again attempted to gain entrance to the building.
This time, however, the security guards became twice as clever.
Before I passed through the metal detector, I dutifully placed my Leatherman tool into the little tray so it could be inspected.
And inspected it was.
They opened it. They examined the pliers, and the file, and then...
..they noticed that—oh my heavens!—it has a 2” blade on it.
I was told I could turn it in “for a receipt”, but I have about as much faith in these people as I do in the TSA inspectors. I decided to leave the building instead.
I went outside, called my client up, who sent someone down to meet me. I handed my Leatherman tool to the someone, who put it in his pocket and walked through the (unmonitored!) tenants’ turnstile. I went back to the security checkpoint and resubmitted myself for interrogation.
When I went back through, nothing was wrong, but I was asked to please “show [them my] socks”. Hello? Did you think I was going to shove it in my socks and try to sneak it through! Of course not. I gave it to a tenant, who is unmolested.
I would call them circus clowns, if only this were all funny.