Flying In From Britainistan
(My wife and child are going to a family wedding on her side in San Francisco. I can’t go due to work commitments. My wife never took my name after we got married, but my daughter has my surname. We were all born and raised in the UK but we are of Indian descent. When they reach passport control, the lady checks the passports:)
Border Control: “Has your daughter taken your husband’s name?”
Wife: “Yes, she has.”
Border Control: “Do you have the birth certificate with you to show the child is yours?”
Wife: “No, that has never been an issue before.”
Border Control: “Oh, didn’t they ask you for this when you left Pakistan?”
Wife: *rather coldly* “No, we actually came from the UK, and they said nothing.”
(The border control officer goes sheepish and mumbles an apology.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
