I actually have a cousin named Jack. In the early 1980s ... I went to pick him up at an airport, once. As he was coming down the causeway, looking for me, I waived and shouted "Hey, Jack, over here".
Yeah. Not a good idea, even back then. We were "escorted" to the baggage area by two security officers, so Jack could get his luggage ... "escorted" to my car ... and followed by a patrol car off the airport property.