Only time I went to America ...

Mr. I-Really-Wanna-Be-A-GI at the immigration desk was pawing my passport and wanting to know why I wanted to come into the country.

I told him I was going to be bestman at my friends wedding in Dallas. He looked at me like I was a terrorist.

"Who is your friend?"

"Just a buddy from college, he's marrying a Texan girl." (note here how I used language he'd be familiar with, like "Buddy" and "College", not "Mate" and "University".

He again, looked at me with a piercing glare and finally decided I was allowed in. Took about 5 minutes. Silly bloody country.

Posted By: roywallerslovechild, Jun 8, 16:41:24