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  • Modern Surveillance

    Posted by Carl from Chicago on December 10th, 2012 (All posts by )

    Times change. Recently I was at a Starbucks in Old Town when I noticed that a woman near me got up and left her purse and other valuables at her table while she went to use the restroom or get another coffee.

    Then I figured out what she was doing… her friend that she was Skyping with was sitting there, watching her belongings! From what I could see her friend was very vigilant in her task, like an overhead drone.

    Cross posted at LITGM


    6 Responses to “Modern Surveillance”

    1. Cris Says:

      Odds are, that is the only instance of camera surveillance in the entire city that had someone watching the screen.
      And about as useful: She’ll see a pair of hands grabbing the stuff and call her pal who is sitting with her skirt around her ankles. Like our mayor and police chief.

    2. Jonathan Says:

      Ha, that is funny.

    3. Bill Brandt Says:

      Funny but if someone grabbed it and ran off it would be priceless to see her expression! That scene – her just watching it – seems a bit “1084ish” be we are weay beyond that ;-)

    4. Jason in LA Says:

      Why not just shut the laptop from behind?….Though Bill’s scenario is far more humorous.

    5. PenGun Says:

      You ever wonder what it would be like if you could do that and not worry if someone would steal your stuff? It’s like that most places around here.

    6. Cris Says:

      There is a place like that. Somewhere, over the rainbow, lies a beach on the North Shore. You can put your stuff down on the sand (wallet, phone, money car keys), walk down the beach for an hour, and when you get back, it is still there. Ain’t sayin’ more…