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Ärende: Re: The iPod of Terror
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From: "Rich Gauszka" <gauszka@hotmail.com>

I read the article. I hazily attempted to say that with the clowning emoticon
in my "Top Level Design Review?   :*)" .



"/m" <mike@barkto.com> wrote in message
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>
> 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-f717-4aa3-8
0a9-840c07949730&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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