This morning has a weird vibe associated with it. I woke up a little late. I couldn't properly trim my beard, so I shaved it off.

When we got to the train station, I saw a cop on the outside. I thought to myself they are checking bags here. As I walked down the stairs I saw the bag check table, I knew my bag was going to be checked. I looked positive as I pulled out my metrocard.

"Sir could you please go over to the table," a tall policeman asked. I nodded and sighed. Ani claims my sigh was very audible and somewhat sarcastic. I opened up my bag and they looked and saw nothing. They let me go and I caught a virtually empty train.

The inspection took like 30 seconds, but they could have looked a tad closer. What is in the container inside the plastic bag. Is it c4 plastic of a salad? Do you want to look in the front pouch where there is a thick object. Its just a book, but it could have been some kind of detonation device. Axe body spray or hand grenade. Who knows.

All I say is that those inspections are not very effective. Though it could be that they inspect a random non-suspect to give the allusion of non-profiling. And give a much more thorough inspection to someone who fits the profile better.

This always makes me feel better ....