Another Scene from an Airport
I’ve gotten to the front of the security line at a different airport, and handed a different TSA officer my ID and ticket.
TSA Officer: (Looks everything over. Reads the name on my passport.) The Bruce Schneier?
Me: (Nods, managing not to say: “No no, just a Bruce Schneier; didn’t you hear I come in six-packs?”)
TSA Officer: The security expert?
TSA Officer: (Takes off his glove. Offers me his hand to shake.)
Me: (Shakes his hand.)
TSA Officer: I read your stuff all the time.
That’s twice in a row, after years of not being recognized by any TSA officer ever. This is starting to worry me.