© 2011 Aaron Atkinson


As the rental car occupied by me and three of my coworkers neared the Philadelphia airport, an official looking SUV marked Customs and Border Protection pulled along side of us.

I slouched into my seat. The driver glanced our way and I smiled.

Me: (speaking to no one in particular) Have to make nice with the guys who have the power to deport us foreigners.

Sitting next to me, my Asian coworker spoke up with a grin.

Her: Hey man, half the people in this car are iffy and I’m pretty sure it’s not those two redheads upfront!

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