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Ärende: Re: The iPod of Terror
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From: /m <mike@barkto.com>


If you read the entire article on the WoW board, you'll understand.

 /m

On Mon, 28 Aug 2006 09:19:50 -0400, "Rich Gauszka" <gauszka@hotmail.com> wrote:

>Top Level Design Review?   :*)
>
>"/m" <mike@barkto.com> wrote in message
>news:akn5f2di67r3mr1tqvoj17m5d8acgl2nsl@4ax.com...
>>
>> TLDR.   ;)
>>
>>
>>
>> On Sun, 27 Aug 2006 22:57:05 -0400, "Rich Gauszka" <gauszka@hotmail.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>>>Terrorize an airline by accidentally dropping your iPod in the toilet
>>>
>>>http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/story.html?id=6a11bd67-f717-4aa3-80
a9-840c07949730&k=28503
>>>A suspicious package found in an aircraft washroom on a flight from
>>>Chicago
>>>on Tuesday afternoon brought out Ottawa police canine and bomb-disposal
>>>units.
>>>
>>>A member of the crew found the package about 4 p.m.
>>>
>>>The plane landed safely and was isolated away from the terminal.
>>>
>>>Passengers were taken off the plane and questioned by police while experts
>>>investigated the 'package.'
>>>
>>>The airport was not closed during the three-hour incident.
>>>
>>>Police issued a statement Tuesday evening saying the suspicious package
>>>'has
>>>been identified as an electronic devicde commonly known as an iPod.' "
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.html?topicId=11211166&sid=1
>>>
>>>It all started when I got out of my seat to go to the bathroom. I went to
>>>the bathroom, washed my hands, and returned to my seat. A little while
>>>later
>>>the two stewardesses on the flight crossed each other in the aisle. They
>>>had
>>>a quick conversation that I was in earshot of.
>>>
>>>"I locked off the front lav. There's something in the toilet that's
>>>preventing it from flushing. Run some water and see if you can clear it."
>>>My
>>>face immediately turned red. The seat cover! I thought. It must have been
>>>too big to flush! I should have thrown it out!
>>>
>>>I was so embarrassed. I tried to act normal ... I took a sudden interest
>>>in
>>>the contents of the seat pocket in front of me, acted nonchalant and all.
>>>I
>>>watched as the stewardess got on her hands and knees in the lavatory and
>>>did
>>>unfathomable dirty work.
>>>
>>>Sometime later, I decided it would be best if I forgot the whole thing
>>>happened, so I went to put on my headphones and drown myself in iPod
>>>music.
>>>But ... no iPod. I panicked, checked my other pockets. Where was it? Not
>>>under the seat, not in the pockets, not ... anywhere. I looked up to the
>>>stewardesses. One of them had run past me in a decent clip. She was
>>>carrying
>>>a green handbook. She brought it to the other stewardess. They flipped
>>>through the handbook, read a page, then made a call. The other stewardess
>>>had retrieved a blue metal box and was removing some equipment from it.
>>>
>>>I put two and two together. I knew what had happened.
>>>
>>>So I walked up to the stewardesses, both clamoring over the handbook, and
>>>tapped one on the shoulder.
>>>
>>>"So, I had an iPod before I went to the bathroom, and now I don't. I think
>>>I
>>>know what's in the toilet."
>>>
>>>We had a quick conversation. I told them, "You don't have to call the TSA
>>>or
>>>anything, it's just my iPod." They said, "Oh, but we already did."
>>>
>>>So now I'm starting to realize that this is turning into a big problem.
>>>They
>>>offer their condolences, tell me that it's unfortunate, and I take a seat.
>>>Okay. So far, not so bad. I return to my seat and spend the rest of the
>>>flight trying to act normal.
>>>
>>>That is, right up until the pilot comes over the intercom.
>>>
>>>"Folks, this is the captain. I don't want to alarm you, but we've found a
>>>suspicious device in the front lavatory. Now, we think it's probably
>>>nothing, but in this day and age ... you can never be too careful. We'll
>>>be
>>>landing at Ottawa, where we will await further instructions."
>>>
>>>The cabin erupted with commotion. At that very moment, my face fell into
>>>my
>>>hands. What have I done?
>>>
>>>We landed at Ottawa, and we were taxiing to the gate. Without warning, the
>>>airplane then lurched to a sudden halt.
>>>
>>>"Folks, this is the captain. We've been ordered to make an immediate stop.
>>>Buses are coming to evacuate the aircraft." We were to leave all of our
>>>belongings on the aircraft; we would be shuttled by bus to the terminal,
>>>where we would receive our carryon items.
>>>
>>>My face fell deeper into my hands. Next came the waiting. Waiting and
>>>listening to more worry and commotion. A lot of us wondered if we could
>>>bring cell phones, wallets, passports, or customs forms with us. The
>>>stewardesses didn't have any answers; they had never been through this
>>>before.
>>>
>>>On the one hand, if I brought a cell phone, wallet, etc. etc., and they
>>>confiscated it, I would have to hunt and peck for it separately from my
>>>carryon luggage. But if I stuck all of that stuff in my carryon luggage, I
>>>would only have to find one bag when we clamored for our stuff in the
>>>future. I decided the smart thing to do was to stick everything in my
>>>carryon. But, I kept my wallet, because I knew I was in big trouble at
>>>this
>>>point.
>>>
>>>It took them 45 minutes to round up not just a bus and air-stairs, but an
>>>army of police and customs vehicles. One of the stewardesses took me aside
>>>and whispered to me. "Get off the plane last, and talk to the constable."
>>>
>>>So I did. I exited the plane last, and spoke to the Ottawa police officer
>>>waiting at the air-stairs. I told him that the device was my iPod, and he
>>>took down my license number.
>>>
>>>I continued to the bus. After a brief wait, it did NOT take us to the
>>>terminal. It took us to some industrial facility, where they housed
>>>utility
>>>vehicles. There, in the open garage, we were instructed to sit and wait.
>>>And
>>>wait we did ... another 30 minutes or so.
>>>
>>>This was possibly the worst part ... While we were waiting I got to
>>>overhear
>>>the passengers talking about me. Well, they didn't know it was me, but
>>>they
>>>knew someone had dropped an iPod in the toilet, and they made aaallll
>>>sorts
>>>of assumptions about this person.
>>>
>>>"Why didn't he have it on a clip? He could have clipped it to his damn
>>>pants." Or, "Why didn't he tell the stewardesses? Why is he hiding it from
>>>them and making us go through this?"
>>>
>>>I could have corrected them. I could have told them that it WAS on a clip
>>>and I DID tell the stewardesses. In fact, it was a lot of self-restraint
>>>to
>>>just keep my mouth shut and not make things worse.
>>>
>>>By this time the sense of guilt had left me. This wasn't my fault. Anyone
>>>could have dropped his stupid iPod in the toilet. It's really the
>>>government
>>>here. I mean, at this point the building contained six customs officials,
>>>an
>>>army of policemen, people from various security agencies, a bomb squad,
>>>and
>>>a couple of detectives. No one was doing anything. No one was taking
>>>charge.
>>>*I* didn't create this mess.
>>>
>>>The whole time, the officers were watching me. They had told me to keep in
>>>sight of them at all times.
>>>
>>>Finally, five or six customs officers set up a table and made an
>>>announcement. "We will be interviewing each of you one by one. Please form
>>>a
>>>line. Before we have our chat, make sure you have your ID, passport, and
>>>customs information with you."
>>>
>>>One person asked, "What if that stuff is still on the plane?" The customs
>>>official responded, "Then we will have a more formal chat."
>>>
>>>I got in line with the rest of the people, but shortly thereafter two
>>>police
>>>officers took me out of line. "Come with us."
>>>
>>>They took me to a discreet corner. They brought out a tape recorder. I was
>>>told to put my hands up on the wall and spread my legs, and I was frisked
>>>from head to toe. They removed my wallet, disassembled it completely, and
>>>placed each of its contents in its own plastic evidence bag.
>>>
>>>"Now Tim, for the sake of the tape recorder, I want you to state your full
>>>name and address." I did. "Now, each of us will state our name and
>>>position
>>>into the tape recorder." There were two detectives from the police
>>>department, a detective from Customs, and two members of the bomb squad.
>>>
>>>Then started the questions. They were easy at first. They asked me where I
>>>lived. What do I do for a living? Why am I unemployed? How come it's taken
>>>me 4 months to find a job?
>>>
>>>They asked me why I was visiting Canada. I was to visit a friend I met on
>>>World of Warcraft, Cara. They took down her name and what I could remember
>>>of her address. They asked me how we met.
>>>
>>>"In an online game."
>>>"What online game?"
>>>"Umm ... World of Warcraft," I responded meekly.
>>>"What kind of game is this?"
>>>"It's a fantasy game ... it takes place online."
>>>"Fantasy ... like it's got wizards and warlocks?"
>>>"Well, it's got warlocks." (And they need to be nerfed.)
>>>
>>>They asked me to describe my relation to Cara. I told them that people
>>>meet
>>>up in the game and go on adventures together, and that Cara and I were in
>>>a
>>>guild together that I was the leader of. They confused the concept of a
>>>guild with the game, however, and I had them believing that I was the Lord
>>>and Leader of all of WoW until I was able to correct them, and explain to
>>>them what a guild was.
>>>
>>>So, when they put the pieces together; namely, that I was visiting a
>>>female
>>>person that I had met over a computer game, their next line of questioning
>>>went down an obvious path.
>>>
>>>"So you and Cara are friends?"
>>>"Yes."
>>>"How long have you known her?"
>>>"About 5 months I think? Maybe less."
>>>"Do you have a romantic relationship with Cara?"
>>>"No."
>>>"Do you want a romantic relationship with Cara?"
>>>"No."
>>>"OK, so ... if you and Cara were drunk together, and she turned to you and
>>>said, 'Tim, let's go--'"
>>>
>>>I interrupted him. "Excuse me ... what's the point of these questions?"
>>>The
>>>detective hardened. "Let me make things clear. I ask questions. You answer
>>>them. Do we have an understanding?"
>>>
>>>"Yes." I paused. "I just don't see how this is relevant."
>>>
>>>He spoke right in my face. "I've got 5 good men going into that airplane
>>>right now. Five of my best bomb squad guys. If there is any reason that I
>>>should be concerned for their life, then I need to know now. So just
>>>answer
>>>the questions, and do as I say."
>>>
>>>Now the questions became really pointed. What do you think about 9/11?
>>>What
>>>are your views on the Iran issue? Do you think government is too big, too
>>>powerful? Would you ever "make a point?"
>>>
>>>He asked me if I knew how to make a bomb. "I have a degree in physics, and
>>>I'm not an idiot." Of course I knew how to make a bomb -- what kind of
>>>question is that?? The better question is, WOULD I make a bomb? The answer
>>>is no.
>>>
>>>They tried to trap me with some of their questions. I noticed they would
>>>try
>>>to get me to contradict myself. Like, I had earlier mentioned that I had
>>>never met Cara in real life, so they would later nonchalantly ask me when
>>>I
>>>had last seen Cara. Stuff like that.
>>>
>>>He told me there was a similar bomb scare in LA today. He asked me if I
>>>was
>>>connected with it. He asked me if I was connected to the "liquid" thing
>>>from
>>>Britain.
>>>
>>>
>>>
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