It was that last bit. The customs agent wanted to know “is that your employers laptop” – nope, it is mine. “Do you do work on it, business work?”. Well, I read email, browse the web, have all of my presentations on it, use it to present, run Oracle on it, demonstrate with it. “So, it is your companies laptop then?”. Nope, it is mine.
They scribbled someone on the immigration form, handed it to me and said “have a nice trip”. I head out of baggage claim – but instead of being told to go right (to freedom), I’m directed to the left – to additional scrutiny. No worries – nothing to be found, no problem.