[en] Stop that man!
If you've read my blog, and especially the posts about my travels you know that I'm no stranger to extra security checks as my vibrant personality seems to always activate the alarms. Well, this time it was in the Bilka supermarket just outside Århus.I went there yesterday with my new flatmates to do some shopping for the new apartment and when we tried to go in the alarms went off. The security people were there immediately and asked to go in one by one. Of course I was the one triggering the alarm, so I gave them my bag and went in, it beeped. Then I thought it was my iPhone triggering the alarm, my electronics have been known to trigger theft alarms in some stores in Romania. It wasn't my iPhone. Apparently it was something on me.
I must tell you now that the alarms were beeping extremely loud and there were about two rounds of them on each lane and I was even triggering the ones on the next lane.
Anywho the security people told me to go in and I'll have to deal with them again at the exit. So I did just that, went it, did some serious (incidental) shopping and went to the cash register.
The lady at the cash register looked a bit surprised at me when I told her I want to pay on the sum, with the credit card and asked her to call security. I think for the first seconds she thought it would be a hold up, which my colleagues from the Student House would jokingly say it fits my profile since I'm Romanian. I explained the situation to her and the security people were there quite fast, asked me to leave all my purchases and personal belongings with my flatmates and go with them so they can help me.
Following the security person to their locked-with-a-password office was quite thrilling. As soon as we got in and they took the handheld detector I went into the airport extra security check stance and I was scanned head to toes. And it was... wait for it ... wait a bit more... the shoes! It was the shoes I bought from Romania in my recent super-awesome-unlucky-delayed-rerouted-made me physically sick journey.
Both of my shoes had a alarm tag on them. While the first one was easy to find the second one meant waiting on my bare feet for 2 minutes for the two nice security people to find it. 
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They let me go after they gave me the alarms to keep as a memento and I went on to trigger another alarm another day.
The pesky alarms was walking around with
