I flew home from Germany today. Eight hours from Frankfurt. It's always stressful going through customs since I am a shady character, what with the OUTRAGE. , the constant need for a latte or macchiato, and the Penn State-fueled culture problem from which I cannot escape. Well today, friends, being a Penn Stater got me home.
The approach I take with U.S. Customs is that of a customer in line for the Soup Nazi. The customs agent today was stern, eyed me, paged through my passport, and asked myriad questions about my job and trip overseas. Finally, he asked, "Did you go to Penn State?" Not sure how to answer given the culture problem, I considered the options and ultimately figured I should not lie to him, so I said "Yes, I did." He smiled, yes smiled, and said, "That's a very good school," and he handed me my passport and sent me on my way.
Whew! That was close! For the first time in years, being a Penn Stater worked to my advantage. Of course, next time I may not be so lucky.
The approach I take with U.S. Customs is that of a customer in line for the Soup Nazi. The customs agent today was stern, eyed me, paged through my passport, and asked myriad questions about my job and trip overseas. Finally, he asked, "Did you go to Penn State?" Not sure how to answer given the culture problem, I considered the options and ultimately figured I should not lie to him, so I said "Yes, I did." He smiled, yes smiled, and said, "That's a very good school," and he handed me my passport and sent me on my way.
Whew! That was close! For the first time in years, being a Penn Stater worked to my advantage. Of course, next time I may not be so lucky.
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