It was a late summer day in the 1980s, and, after a couple of years of criss-crossing the Atlantic in increasing uncertainty, I had at last made my decision and was on my way from my native London to live, permanently, in Los Angeles.
Thank you, Stephanie, and, yes, thank you again, my life in Los Angeles is absolutely gorgeous. I do, in retrospect, feel somewhat sorry for the customs officer, however ...
To be honest, I'd make the same assumption about customs. Surely at a transit airport you stay airside and don't actually enter the country there ? Fabulous story !
Well, it seems that you and I would be in the minority, Bob, as this appeared to be one of those things that everybody knew so well that nobody thought to tell you about it. But, believe me, it's not a mistake I've made ever again ...
Magazine stands ... free-flowing alcohol on airplanes ... a running account at the local independent bookstore ... yes, those were the good old days all right. Glad you enjoyed the story anyway!
An alarm clock š Talk about them suffering from a sense of humour by-pass!
Well, it could have been a lot worse, Sharon, so I'm just thanking my stars he identified an idiot instead of suspecting something worse!
Oh, yes I like this. Holy sheet! What a savage tale and it was told so well. Iām glad your life afterwards was lovely.
Thank you, Stephanie, and, yes, thank you again, my life in Los Angeles is absolutely gorgeous. I do, in retrospect, feel somewhat sorry for the customs officer, however ...
Love this, Gabrielle. Pxxx
Thank you, Pauline!
To be honest, I'd make the same assumption about customs. Surely at a transit airport you stay airside and don't actually enter the country there ? Fabulous story !
Well, it seems that you and I would be in the minority, Bob, as this appeared to be one of those things that everybody knew so well that nobody thought to tell you about it. But, believe me, it's not a mistake I've made ever again ...
This is super, Gabrielle! And about as likely to happen today as the whole plot of "Sleepless in Seattle." Innocent times...
Magazine stands ... free-flowing alcohol on airplanes ... a running account at the local independent bookstore ... yes, those were the good old days all right. Glad you enjoyed the story anyway!