You're on Candid Camera

While on this trip to LA, I was surprised at how many times I was on camera.

On the turnpike heading to the airport.

In the parking garage.

In the airport.

At LAX.

On the Hertz bus.

At Hertz.

Leaving Hertz.

At the parking garage for the hotel.

In the hotel.

At certain intersections.

At the donut shop.

At Castrol.

At McDonalds.

At the italian place we stopped to eat at.

And back again.

We are quickly becoming similar to the UK as far as surveillance. Ok. Not that far.

Sitting at LAX waiting on the red eye back home, one has time to think of such things. I hope I can sleep on the plane, because I leave at 10:15 Pacific time and get back at 6:12 am on Friday morning. Straight to work I go.

Such is life. It should only hurt for a little while.