In the early 70s I was a station supervisor with TWA at TLV. One bright summer's morning a man showed up for check in naked from the waist up.
It was the policeman guarding the escalator leading up to the passport control/security check area who refused to let him through so the putative "Tarzan" came looking for me to complain.
I had no hesitation in telling this 67-year old New Yorker with man boobs and a bulging belly that unless he covered up he was going nowhere.
And he didn't.