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I remember one vacation coming back from Costa Rica into the United States. I was 19 and visiting family that had a house there.
I had a really horrible flight and must have been rude to the American customs agent and so he flagged me.
I was scared for my life. It was 4am or so and I had these 3 really large customs agents yelling at me accusing me of all sorts of shit..
Telling me i'm going away for a long time, etc..
They could NOT comprehend that my mom would buy me a plane ticket to visit her.
They searched me.. swabbed everything I owned with little tissues and put them in a machine looking for drugs or explosives I guess.. It all came back negative..
And then they took me into a little room put on some rubber gloves and wanted to strip search me and I guess stick a finger up my ass.
At that point I had a mental breakdown and they said... Ok Ok you can go...
Fuck em.
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