X-Git-Url: https://git.gag.com/?a=blobdiff_plain;f=bdale%2Fblog%2Fposts%2FA_True_Story.mdwn;fp=bdale%2Fblog%2Fposts%2FA_True_Story.mdwn;h=516a1a1cf1c3257fcbb53cc5707901a62bcc1abe;hb=728bf37d5a3fa2fbf1fe66a648bfcb22dd776862;hp=0000000000000000000000000000000000000000;hpb=b94db94bcef21a9d762903cdc55e7d571e23526f;p=web%2Fgag.com diff --git a/bdale/blog/posts/A_True_Story.mdwn b/bdale/blog/posts/A_True_Story.mdwn new file mode 100644 index 0000000..516a1a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/bdale/blog/posts/A_True_Story.mdwn @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +Flying home from Frankfurt yesterday via Chicago, as usual I randomly +selected a shortish looking line in the immigration and customs hall. When +it was my turn, the agent behind the counter saw the "business" box +checked on my form and asked who I work for, which is pretty standard. He +then asked me what I do for HP, but before I could answer, he said +"No, wait. You've been through here before. I recognize your passport." + +I managed to retain my composure just enough to agree that he certainly +could have seen my passport before. He smiled, stamped my form, +and waved me through. + +My wife wonders why I was so surprised. + +[[!tag tags/travel]]