Green Card Woes (Or Being Stuck in Customs)

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“Excuse me, ma’am, you need to come with us.”

Those were not the words we were expecting when we arrived back in Atlanta after three weeks in the United Kingdom. But this group of three Americans and one British citizen was being stopped at the border entering the United States, and I had no idea why. I just wanted a big glass of sweet ice tea after spending my first real time out of the South. That and a nap. Yeah, a nap would have been nice.

As my new fiancée and I stood waiting on her parents who were in a back room at immigration at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, I was wondering why drug dogs suddenly were sniffing around my luggage. Turns out it was random, but at the time, with my future in-laws detained and some high-priced hounds putting their wet noses all over my luggage, I was a little confused.

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