No More Of These... I Hope!

I just want to document some of the most unforgettable unfortunate experiences I have had with the immigration and INS officers. I hope I will not experience any more of these! Enough is enough…

ONE OF MY TRIPS TO SEE BRAD WHEN WE WERE STILL DATING
“You travel to the U.S. almost every 3 months?! Who pays for this?”, growled the Latina officer with annoyed face
“Yes, I do, and I pay for it every single time.”, I explained.
After other ridiculous questions…“You are lying! You are going to the room!”, shouted the officer, as she pointed me to go to the room at the airport, where all “suspicious” travelers are held, interviewed, scrutinized, and literally stripped off of dignity, and that is right after getting off the plane, traveled over 14 hours, with a terrible headache.

DAY OF MY NATURALIZATION TEST
“Are you here for finger printing? Come here give me your papers”, said the Latina looking staff to me while I was waiting at the lobby.
“I am not here for finger printing.”, I said but did not have the chance to say what I was there for as she walked away.
A little while later, I approached another staff who was giving us instructions and asked where I should go for my naturalization test. She told me to go to the lady (the Latina).

“Now you are coming to me, you did not want to a while ago! I told you to come to me”, said the Latina as I was approaching her.
“But I am here for the naturalization test”, I said.
“Then go to the second floor!”, she shouted back at me.

DAY OF OATH-TAKING
“Is there anyone here for interview today?” asked the officer.
“I’m here for the naturalization”, said someone from the end of our line.
“I said interview, I did not say naturalization!”, officer retorted back.

“I am with them (pointing to my sister, her daughter, my mother-in-law, and my husband and son)”, I told the officer who is going to check my stuff as I load my things to the machine.
“I will get to them later”, said the officer.
When my husband’s turn came up,
“I’m with my wife”, my husband said as he was being checked, while I looked on from the other side of the checkpoint.
“Well, I don’t see her here!”, said the officer.
“She is over there.”, said my husband.
“Well I don’t know her do I?”, said the officer.

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