Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
They just broke me with Americanness. It was always going to happen eventually.

I flew into Miami on a business trip. Queued for Christ knows how long to be grunted up by a pig in uniform at immigration. Stayed at The Shore Club and drank at Delanos. Vacuous morons all around me. Ate some deeply offensive rubbish. Most things flavoured mainly with sugar. Fúcked off to Costa Rica for a holiday. Beautiful country, full of ignorant vacuous Yanks. Had to fly home via Miami. Going through Miami airport in transit? You still get to enjoy the 4 hour passport queue and be treated like an enemy of the state.

****s.
I have to say, the almost entirely automated process at Dallas Fort Worth worked very well and I was through it in ten minutes. The only interaction was with a very polite, but flustered homosexual in a wig who showed you how to use the machines (he reminded me of the hotel receptionist in Spinal Tap - 'I'm just as god made me, sir!' )

Mind you, I still had to go to the desk of some immigration neanderthal who gestured at me without speaking a word (despite the fact I'd made it clear I spoke better English than him) before letting me in.

Cùnts.