Never one to pass up the opportunity to do some actual reporting, I'll give you the obligatory-blogger-impression of airport security from my recent trip to Missouri. The security was mostly brisk and professional, and there were officers everywhere... ah heck, let's just cut to the chase.
Want to know what I found in the stall of the men's restroom at LAX?
Update & Correction:
Some commenters have written that "MICROS" is the name of a food-service computer system that helps waiters keep their orders straight, and that this badge isn't likely to give access to anything other than the computer system at some nearby airport eatery.
Oh well! On one hand, my find is less impressive... but on the other hand there wasn't a terrorist plot taking place in the mens room. Too bad my first Instalanche was built on a non-story.
Me thinks Jose might get in a bit of trouble over that.
Me thinks Jose might get in a bit of trouble over that.
Probably not.
And you did what with them?
As I recall, 'Micros' is the brand name of a food service computer system by which a waiter can punch in his order at different terminals in the restaurant so that the cooks/bartenders can see them in the back. Each card is keyed to the waiter so that the appropriate food items are listed under his name and not another water's. The only thing a terrorist could do with such a card is order a lot of nachos and beer on someone else's tab.
MICROS: Modular Integrated Cash Register Operating System.
We used Micros at the restaurant where I worked; I never forgot what it stood for. Besides the owners' desire to crack down on till-pilfering, that is.
The only thing a terrorist could do with such a card is order a lot of nachos and beer on someone else's tab.
Next time your order gets screwed up, blame al Qaeda.
The bastards!
Well good, there's something I didn't know before. Although it does make my find less impressive. Oh well.
So what was the second card? (The card that's poking out from behind the Micros one.)
The only thing a terrorist could do with such a card is order a lot of nachos and beer on someone else's tab.
And, naturally enough, since we are talking nachos, when John Tabin says "...blame al Qaeda", my mind reads "...blame el Queso".
Actually, I have had problems with this particular substitution for quite a while now. It makes it difficult to take the group seriously. They sound like they ought to be a posse for the Frito Kid.
I blame it on Evelyn Wood.