Sunday, June 9, 2013
Morning Thoughts--Getting into the States
I am at my son and daughter-in-law's house now and yesterday we did a whirlwind tour of the local yard sales. Already I have too much stuff to put into my two suitcases. I hope to rest today. I am not used to doing so much in such a short time.
Getting into the States was very difficult for me. When I went through customs in San Francisco they asked if I had just been visiting for a few weeks in Guadalajara. I made the mistake of saying I lived there and I saw the agents faces drop. So I tried to back track, saying I lived in Mexico a few months of the year and the States a few months. (Which is true this year.)
The two agents looked at each other and sighed with disappointment and pulled me out of the line. They made me put everything I had up on the table and the man very seriously asked, "Are you SURE you have NOTHING to declare before I start this process?"
I started to panic. Was I carrying something that would get me into trouble? I couldn't think of anything except toenail clippers so I said, "I have nothing to declare." And they went into my suitcases, taking out all kinds of personal stuff to show to the world. All the time I was getting extremely nervous because I only had an hour to get through customs and then the security check point and to the other side of the airport. I guess that nervousness made me look even more suspicious. But I passed and ran to the next check point. To wait. And wait. And wait while all the people with TSA security clearances went in before me. and sweat ran down into my eyes.
When it was my turn, the agent saw that I was coming from Guadalajara and he too pulled me out of the line and went through all my things. He even took out the little skull ceramic heads I was bringing for my son for a gift. He put a piece of sticky tape on one head and put it up to a machine to see what it was made out of. Was he worried that it was cocaine? Did I look like a sweaty drug mule?
Then he ran my suitcase through the x ray machine a second time.... I was really nervous by then because I was sure I was going to miss my plane. I ran as fast as I could to the gate. Of course, they were late and so I stood around for a long time before we boarded.
What a difficult day. I guess that people who live in the Guadalajara area are all suspects...... We are not to be trusted.....