Some people missed this, so I’m reblogging it.
Christopher D. Abbott
It was October 1999. The flight from Heathrow was long but uneventful. After 8 hours or so, I arrived at JFK airport and found myself in another world. Checking into the country was painful. We were all seat-sore. 8 hours is a long time confined to one seat and after the exodus from the plane, we were herded into a large bottleneck of yellow lines and cordoned off queuing areas, making some of the distinctly agitated passenger equally more uncomfortable. Slowly we all shuffled forward towards the waiting area. When I found myself able to get up to a booth, excitement over came me. As if anticipating my eagerness, an armed officer appeared shouting at me to “get behind the line” I might add at this point that I looked down indifferently at the 2 millimetres or so I was actually over the yellow…
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