Random Rants
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I love summer, but I'm ready for fall now.
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It might be a long commute from Highlands, North Carolina to the Northeast.
@selveldgesteps
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@northsouthdenimguy Its only about 4.5 hours from Charlotte, depending on traffic
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@endo the reverse is also true
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@northsouthdenimguy I'll make it work
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Not actually a rant, because things happen.....
Mrs International, gold card carrying, business traveller @Madame-Buttonfly is off to Provence for a week at a yoga retreat.
The taxi picked her up at 06:30, at 08:00 whilst I was prepping my fishing tackle for my own trip next week, my phone rang. It was her at Heathrow without her bleeding passport.....
Dropped everything and jumped into the car (probably crossed paths with the taxi on it's way back from dropping her off). She still had time for a glass of fizz in the lounge before boarding.
"OK face up to it - you're useless but generally pretty honest and straightforward . . . it's a rare combination of qualities that I have come to admire in you" - Geo 2011
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How things have changed. 35 years ago, I was consulting to Unilever, they have twinned head offices in London and Rotterdam, so I spent a lot of time going back and forth. Once I went through passport control at Heathrow, as they returned the passport to me, I noticed it was my then wife's passport. I decided to not point it out to them, and worry about how I got through passport control in Rotterdam when I got there. No problem, all I had to do was show my Unilever badge. I cant remember what happened when I travelled back to UK, but I had no problems either end.....
"OK face up to it - you're useless but generally pretty honest and straightforward . . . it's a rare combination of qualities that I have come to admire in you" - Geo 2011
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@Giles hope she doesn't forget it again in a couple weeks.
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@Anesthetist cold thoughts my friend…hopefully just a couple more weeks
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@Giles I had a funny experience at Zurich Airport. I was leaving for Moscow with my wife. She handed our international passports to the border officer; she was waved through, but the officer started saying something to me in German. The only German phrase I know is "hands up," so I couldn't figure out what he wanted from me. Passport, visa, departure—everything was in order. Eventually, I was taken to an interrogation room. There, the officer opened my passport and showed it to me: it was my domestic Russian passport, the one in Cyrillic. My wife hurriedly fished out my international passport, and we all breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.
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The first time I went to Moscow, shortly after the dissolution of the CCCP, I was quite nervous about how I would be treated by immigration. I had heard some bad stories. Entering, no issues. When I got to passport control on the way back, the large, not particularly attractive female guard, took my passport off me, hardly glancing in my direction. She proceeded to pore over my passport, and tap away at her keyboard for what seemed like ages, eventually she looked at me, and opened her mouth. My heart sank. Then her scowl turned into something loosely resembling a grin and said "You have the same birthday as me", handed me my passport, and motioned me through.....
good man 
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