I don't want to paint all of the hard working and dedicated workers at Miami with a broad brush, but the last time I cleared customs/immigration at MIA
, what came to mind was that line in the Exorist, where Ellen Burstin is arguing with someone over the phone and asks, "How did you get this job, taking an illiteracy test?"
As a US born citizen, I was asked a few odd questions. I travel a lot and the questions are always the same whether MIA
. Why did I go? Who did I go with? Did I see family or friends there? But the one that capped it all last year at MIA
, was the fellow who collected the forms right before you exit. He very loudly asked where I was born. "Pennsylvania, " I replied. He asked, "Pennsylvania, United States?" I really wanted to respond, no Transylvania-do I look like Dracula? Then he asked where my parents, (my parents?) were born. "Pennsylvania." I was then sent to a secondary inspection room where they made me go thru the machine and all my baggage was inspected. I don't think he could find Pennsylvania on a map or spell it,
You'll do fine if you pretend you're in a Mad TV
skit. Or Reno 911.