As we passed through customs back into the USA we were welcomed with the usual arrogant, over the top, status seeking 'I'm wearing a badge' official, who was eager to share his finicky insanity with us. He asked us all kinds of up-tight questions but failed to check a single thing. So long as he sounded important, we could have been carrying anything through with us.
I got out of the car to retrieve a visa card from the boot. He took a look at it and then in his best wannabe Starsky and Hutch voice said, 'Get back in your vehicle sir, back in the vehicle!'
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