Customs agent: Why are you driving to Alaska? (Are you insane?)
Wendy: I have a new job waiting for me there!
Customs agent: What do you do? (Drug runner)
Wendy: I’m a pediatric nurse!
KJ: It’s awesome!
Custom’s agent: (The curly one scares me) What do YOU do?
KJ: I’m a Pilates teacher!
Custom’s agent: (Blank stare) (Blank stare)
Custom’s agent: How many and what type of weapons are you carrying?
KJ and Wendy: (blank stare)
Custom’s agent: Bear spray? Pepper spray? Tazers?
KJ: Um, none?
Wendy: (nervous laugh) Nope.
Custom’s agent: (narrowed eyes)
KJ and Wendy: (Shit, she doesn’t believe us)
Custom’s agent: (narrowed eyes) (Checks out our passports more closely)
KJ and Wendy: (Or does she think we’re lunatics because we didn’t bring bear spray and pepper spray and tazers?)
Wendy: (Shit. SHOULD we have brought bear spray and pepper spray and tazers?
KJ: (What’s Bear spray?!)