Canadian Fined For Not Providing Border Agents Smartphone Password (www.cbc.ca)
Reader da_foz writes: A Canadian was reentering Canada when he was arrested and charged with hindering or obstructing border officials. At the time traces of cocaine were found on his bags and he was carrying $5,000 in cash. He provided his smartphone to border agents as requested, however refused to provide the password. Canada Border Services Agency officials asked for Philippon's smartphone and its password. From a report: "He handed over his BlackBerry but refused to disclose the code to access the phone. Philippon was arrested and charged under the federal Customs Act, accused of hindering or obstructing border officials." It is unclear if he provided the password while agreeing to the fine.
Are those the ones that you rent rooms to?
Agent: Clubs you with a wrench. "Give me your REAL password, smartass" ...
You:
That's why my password is "I'll never tell, you bastards!"
I flew to Canada once and I look like a perfectly normal face of white privilege. What I wasn't prepared for was ... questions. Like actual probing questions. Actually to be fair I wasn't really prepared for Canada at all because the exchange went like this:
Guard: What are you here for? ....
Me: Holiday.
G: What are you doing on holiday?
M: (thinking wtf?) Skiing with a friend.
G: Which mountain?
M: (WTF?) I don't know you have a lot of them.
G: You're going skiing but you don't know where?
M: My friend lives here I assume he knows.
G: Where's your friend live?
M: I don't know, somewhere near Vancouver.
G: Do you know the address?
M: No.
G: What's his name and phone number?
M: *says name* and I don't know his phone number.
G: You don't know know what you're doing here, your friend's address, or his phone number? Just how are you going to meet him?
M: Well I'm hoping he's just through that door *pointing towards the customs exit*.
G: If he's not?
M: I'm going to get my laptop out, find some internet access, open up gmail and write the nastiest email with the worst possible language I can think of hit send.
G:
M: Then I'll have lunch and figure out the rest from there.
G: *Starts laughing, hands me my passport and points towards the customs exit* Enjoy your holiday.
That disorganised chaotic start really set the tone for my entire make it up as you go holiday.
*smack* "Where's the comma!" *smack*
I feel so sig.