Sweet man. Easy life. I don't know how you put up with it though; my parents always treat me like a five year old when I go back home for a weekend or something.
"Where you going?"
"What business is it of yours?"
"You're taking my car"
"Oh right"
-Where are you going?
-Out.
-No kidding Sherlock. Where out?
-Out. I have my cell phone with me if you need me.
-Are you taking the car?
-Maybe. I'll be back when I'm back.
-Where are you going?
-out
-where to? with who? when will you be back?
-I dunno, just out with some friends. I have my cellphone with me, Call me if u wonder anything.
-The food is soon ready, dont come home late.
-yeye, whateva
True. But I think we get roughly the same treatment. The way these guys look down on drug smugglers... (not to say that that isn't justified).
I hate it when they make you wait in that office or make you walk through that special gate port thing. Whatever the hell that is. Some sort of x-ray??
Then of course, in their search for drugs, they let them dogs drool all over your bags :groan: