What goes overseas
...must, at some point, come home again.Going through customs in LAX, we stood in the wrong line. But we weren't the only ones, because there were people who periodically went through the room telling US Citizens to go to these lines over here. (There are people suited for the job of telling others where to go -- but they are politicians instead). So we got to the right line and waited...it was delayed by a man who had not filled out the customs form -- he was going to fill it out in front of the agent. He was asked politely to go to the back of the line and fill it out there. He refused. He was asked politely again. He swore at her. He was told to go to the end of the line, and a larger (male) agent became his special escort.
His excuse for special treatment? He was a doctor. I guess he was too full of himself on the 12 hour flight to fill out a small form. Or maybe he needed help with his penmanship.
I wonder how he treats his patients.
And why does he want to make such a fool of himself?
My first western food: Burger King. I hate Burger King. (I prefer my fat to actually taste good.) But we didn't have much choice in that section of LAX. And, at 3:00 pm, having been unable to sleep on the plane, I probably didn't notice much in the way of taste.
Woke up in Taipei at 7:00 am Tuesday, was able to finally change clothes around just before midnight Tuesday, Pacific Time. Taipei was 17 hours ahead of us, so estimated time in the same underwear: 34 hours.
posted by Marion @ 1:03 PM
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