The first time I went to the States was for work
The burly Customs officer in Las Vegas airport was all serious and a bit scary (what with being armed an' all). He asked why I was here ("Training course"), and what my occupation was ("Digital Forensics"). He then energetically shouted "Like in CSI? Awesome!" and highfived me.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:29, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I need to go to America for this reason
also I need to get an interesting job
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:30, Reply)

Oh, and the second time, a HUGE black female Customs Agent strode purposefully towards me
Through several lines of people, just to see if my hair was real. She thought I'd "stuck it on with glue".
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:35, Reply)

awesome

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:36, Reply)

I think I've now exhausted my fun airport stories

( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:38, Reply)

I tried to take
a kitchen knife, a pair of nine inch heavy duty scissors and several cans of hair shine etc (all within my handluggage) on board a plane once
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:47, Reply)

that would have amused me greatly

( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:30, Reply)

He even said "Woo! Yeah!"

( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 10:35, Reply)