The guard doing security at the entrance to the Center was on the third car heading out of the lot since they’d arrived. There were, for obvious reasons, more people headed out than in at this point in the day, and so Matthew had nodded with a patient, ‘yeah, no problem, I totally understand’ smile when the guard had given him the palm-out, fingers-spread salute, of ‘give me five’ as they’d pulled up.
The interior, trunk, and engine compartment of every single vehicle was checked going in and going out. That meant the drivers had to get out of their car and open both front and back compartments. The guards were not allowed to touch the vehicles themselves, so every pile of blankets and every unopened box had to be pointed at, fiddled with by the driver, and deemed clear, all of which seem
