Blame Canada! Part Three

(I’m 18 and my sister is 21. We are coming back from a trip to Europe. We have a connecting flight in Canada that we missed. After waiting hours in a crowded, chaotic room with over 1,000 people, waiting to rebook our flight and get a room for the night, we are stressed out. My sister is crying and upset, which is making me upset. While that doesn’t excuse what I say next, I hope it makes it at least more understandable. We are exiting customs to go to our hotel.)

Customs Agent: “Hi! What brings you to Canada?!”

Me: *practically in tears* “I don’t even want to be here!”

(The customs agent just laughed with the other agent next to him.)

Customs Agent: *jokingly angry* “Hey, that’s my country you’re talking about!”

(Thanks for not being offended by an overly emotional teenage girl!)