While in Rwanda, as we entered some place, the underside of our car was getting “mirrored” by some old guy with a mirror on a stick. I rolled my eyes and said to my friends: “Like he was any clue what a bomb looks like. This is just what we call in America ‘security theater.'”
My friend pulled out his mobile and showed me this picture.
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