In Which We Get Verbally Dressed Down by Immigration…

CLT Immigration Officer to my husband (please read IO with a Jamaican accent as well for extra realism):  Mr. Andrew…what do you do for a living?

Andy:  Nothing.  I was a student and I just graduated.

IO:  And what did you do before that?

Andy:  Well, I’ve been a student for a long time.  Most of my life actually.

IO:  Must be nice.

Officer turns to me and asks: And what do YOU do?

Luckily, I can tell him I have a job so he doesn’t think we’re completely destitute freeloaders who deserve to be thrown back into the wasteland between the airplane and the immigration desks.  Then he asks where I’m from and I tell him Buffalo.  He smiles and says he could tell – I don’t look like I’m from Charlotte.  

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2 Responses to In Which We Get Verbally Dressed Down by Immigration…

  1. Mandy says:

    Well, he may still think Andy is a freeloader. But I wonder what someone from Charlotte is supposed to look like?

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