Years ago, when I was a teenager, my father, a construction super, took me to the Baton Rouge Exxon Refinery. As we went through the gate, I remember a sign saying: “No Visitors, No Cameras, No Smoking” I looked over at my father, who had a cigarette in his mouth and there was a camera on the dashboard of his company truck. I was, of course, the visitor.
That would not happen today. Either would cost your father his job today.