Back during the Cold War, I flew into West Germany wearing a political button, and was interrogated for four hours. The first three of which the airport security guys pretended they didn't speak English. For the last hour, their English was better than mine.

The button said:

186,000 Miles Per Second:
It's not just a good idea, it's The Law.


It was a prety funny joke at the time, but you kind of had to be there for it to make any sense. And "there" wasn't Germany, hence the problem...

The good news: I was smuggling art. I delivered the cargo intact and on schedule.

The bad news: My contact took me to the opera that night and I fell asleep. Missed whatever it was that got the audience on their feet booing. Contact would only tell me it was a piece of modernity that was entirely out of place on a traditional stage.