When you leave through Piarco International Airport in Trinidad, after you pass through Duty Free and are about to enter the gates, there's an old fashioned roller type advertisement on the top left that tells you the things that you can't bring into the country. When you're leaving. It's a bit late for that, isn't it? Here's a hint: There isn't one that's located where people come in.

And then there's the security to the gates. A swarm of security, numbering no less than 7, greets a traveller when entering the gates - and during all of the fun of pulling out one's laptop and assuring no metal is on you so that you can minimize contact with these people, they find reasons to make contact with you. Let's face it. Security at airports, as well as some airports dress them up, are still... not fun. Unattractive. But you have to deal with it, so you do. In this instance, I'd removed all metal from my person aside from some pins that would take a surgeon to take out. I pass through the imaginary doorway that security revolves around.

No beep. No surprise for me. But that simply wasn't enough for an enthusiastic wand wielding woman. "Are your pockets empty?"

"Yes, aside from my wallet."

"Take out your wallet!"

"OK", taking out the wallet and holding it away from my body.

I get a pat down which, under different circumstances, might have been fun. Nothing, which I knew. She seemed disappointed. In my out loud voice - my mistake - I said, "I don't understand why I needed to take out my wallet."

"Allyuh hear dat? He doh know why he have to take he wallet out!"

No, I really didn't. For one, it didn't set off the metal detector. In fact, I did not set off the metal detector. And the amusing part? The wand wielding woman... never used her wand. She patted me down by hand. No wand. Why?

When you give someone some power, they go nuts.

Yesterday, I was running a few errands and ended up at a small store with some agricultural supplies - since I'm continuing work in agriculture, and since I didn't have an opportunity to till the fields before wet season hit, I've been forced to use man made fertilizers for the time being. Since the main crop I am doing now is corn, which is near impossible to screw up, I need nitrogen rich fertilizers. Like urea.

I found the urea fairly quickly, and headed to the cashier who was deep in a book. I asked her if it was a good book, and she said it was - so I asked what it was about. She said it was a book about terrorism, and though I couldn't identify the book I found it somewhat amusing and told her so...

"So you're selling me urea and reading a book on terrorism?", with a smile.

She laughs. "I hadn't thought of it that way!"

"Well, seriously, it's for my corn."

"Yes, that's what they all say", with a laugh.

The weirdness of the situation was not lost on either of us...