This morning, we were questioned by a customs officer with so much attitude that after our five-minute encounter, we just sat there in stunned silence. He began with the strangely vague question: “What did you bring with you?” Brief silence while we tried to decipher the exact meaning of the question. Bill’s first attempt at an answer got a failing grade. “Just personal stuff.”
The scary reply: “Nothing is personal when you enter the United States!”
So began his sinister version of 20 questions. We still didn’t get the rules so Valdemort explained. “I assume you started out with an empty truck and an empty trailer, What do you have in it? And I don’t mean the seats and the dashboard.”
So I began.
“Clothes.”
“Right.”
“Toiletries.”
“RIght.”
BC Apples, carrots and frozen casseroles
“Yes?”
“Mustard and other..”
He jumped in, "Condiments?” I guess I was going too slow for him or he grew tired of my earnest but mundane answers and jumped to the crucial, “Okay, you can go.”
The question is, how can you talk honestly to a snarling face hidden behind black impenetrable sunglasses (in spite of the dark, rainy day) and how do you figure out how to react to a severely weird personality who has all the power and loves to wield it.
Really horrible.
So I began.
“Clothes.”
“Right.”
“Toiletries.”
“RIght.”
BC Apples, carrots and frozen casseroles
“Yes?”
“Mustard and other..”
He jumped in, "Condiments?” I guess I was going too slow for him or he grew tired of my earnest but mundane answers and jumped to the crucial, “Okay, you can go.”
The question is, how can you talk honestly to a snarling face hidden behind black impenetrable sunglasses (in spite of the dark, rainy day) and how do you figure out how to react to a severely weird personality who has all the power and loves to wield it.
Really horrible.
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