In NOLA, I ran afoul with the security folks and was asked to leave the floor. My crime - I had a camera! That is a no no. I had to go to the principal’s (Barbara Powell’s) office and get a staff badge. The security folks were just doing their job.
Late this afternoon history repeated itself. I was walking up to a friend and two security guards surrounded me and told me I had to leave. Then they saw my badge. “No problems mate - your staff.” To paraphrase. My bright ORANGE shirt didn’t alert them. They just saw this camera (the size of a small kitchen appliance). I was an easy target.
They told me all about the problems they were having and to have a nice day (in the words of the Hunger Games - and the odd be ever in my favor).