answered all the questions...
I stood on the
yellow line waiting for the custom officer to give me
permission to approach his station. I was seriously
tempted to put my toe over the yellow line but I held
myself in check. You mustn't mess with border guards.
to move forward, I quickly approached the man sitting
in booth number 18.
morning," I said.
up and scowled. One could immediately tell that this
was not a fellow to mess with.
to glower and asked in rapid succession ...
Where do you live? Where are you going? Why? Do you
have any food?
as quickly as I could...
Hannon, Toronto, Amsterdam, Holiday, Yes.
wait ... something I said seemed to be terribly wrong.
He picked up the dreaded 'red' pen, wrote on a (dreaded)
customs form, handed it to me and pointed to a door
marked, SECONDARY INSPECTION.
he said. He allowed no questions. His words were final.