I've only been through customs once before and something about officials dressed up and interrogating you for a few seconds totally gets me unnerved. After our cruise, this is how our conversation with customs went.
Customs Man (CM): Passports.
(We hand over passports & he starts ruffling through all the pages. He looks at Josh first.)
CM: Where do you work, sir?
Josh: Waters Edge Church.
CM: And what do you do there?
Josh: I'm the Worship & Production Manager.
CM: And what does that mean?
Josh: (explains his job)
-- Timeout-- I'm about to freak out at this point. A guy had already yelled at me because I checked the time on my cell phone and that was apparently not allowed. I hate interrogations. My palms get sweaty and I always feel like I'm saying the wrong thing, even when I know I haven't done anything wrong. --
CM: (seems satisfied with Josh's answers & hands passport back to him, then starts thumbing through my passport) And where do you work?
Me: (babbling) I'm a photographer, and I also work at Chick-fil-A part time.
CM: Chick-fil-A? I love that place! (I swear his whole demeanor changed) It's delicious! What do you do there?
Me: Marketing. :)
CM: Cool. Well keep making great food! Have a good day guys. (Or something like that, anyway.)
It was all I could do to not crack up on my way out of there. He was so cold & customs-like when we first walked up and suddenly, you would have thought I'd given him a free chicken sandwich!
*Note: This blog doesn't necessarily reflect the views of Chick-fil-A or Waters Edge Church. Or US Customs, for that matter.*