Astoria, Full of Grace
I just came back from Bogota, Colombia and I was stopped at Newark Airport by two policemen as I left the baggage claim area. I actually only had carry-on bags.
One policeman (without looking at me): Got all your bags?
Me: Yes.
Him: Can I see your passport?
Me: Yes, you may. (That came out by accident -- I didn't mean to correct his grammar.)
So we do the whole fol-de-rol of where were you, why did you go, what work do you do here, blah blah. I had gone through this already 5 times but it was weird to me this time because he couldn't check my answers against anything in a database. We were just out in the middle of the floor.
I figured it is because I am Pakistani Muslim. My sister told me that more likely it is because young single women, traveling alone, with just carry-on baggage are usually the drug mules from Colombia, which is the prime country for cocaine. Oy vey!
Oddly enough, that made me feel better about the whole thing.
And no, I am not a mule. No soy un burro por las drogas.