So we pull up to meet a customs agent. She’s about 25, perhaps Native American etc. Beautiful. Severe hair-pulled back scenario.
KJ: Hi there!
Customs agent: (unamused; blank stare)
Customs agent: Where are you going?
Wendy: To Alaska!
Customs agent: (ditto, maybe the sound of crickets) (Angry crickets)
Customs agent: WHAT is she doing? What is that?
Wendy: She’s uh, taking a picture of Batman for her son…and she’s chronicling our trip!
Customs agent: Stop that. Turn that off now.