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Rude US Customs Officials: How Not To Welcome People To The United States

U.S. CustomsSome people should not be allowed to wear a uniform.

While flying from Spain to the U.S. to attend the Gadling annual team summit, I touched down first at Chicago O'Hare International Airport. I got into line at U.S. Customs to enter the country.

The line was in a huge room with a row of bulletproof glass booths manned by U.S. Customs & Border Protection officials checking passports and visas. These booths blocked entrance to the baggage claim area and, officially, the United States. The line for U.S. citizens and Green Card holders was long but moving steadily thanks to several booths being open and the generally efficient work of the U.S. Customs folks manning them.

The line for foreigners was a different story. Only one booth was open and the line was practically at a standstill. There was a bit of grumbling in various languages but no loud complaining. Everyone just stood there looking jetlagged while watching a big flat screen TV hanging over the booths.

It was playing a promotional video about all the things to see in the United States. Images of the Grand Canyon, Alamo, Yosemite and other great attractions flickered across the screen, interspersed with a diversity of smiling Americans saying, "Welcome."

As I waited my turn, one woman in her early twenties who looked like she was from Southeast Asia walked up to the head of the foreigners' line where an airport worker stood.

"Excuse me," the Asian woman said with a heavy accent, holding out her ticket, "I will be late for flight."

"There's nothing I can do," the worker said, waving her off. "Get back in line."

"But the flight--"

"Wait in line!"

The Asian woman quickly retreated, looking at her watch.
I was about to shrug this off as Case #4,589,513 of Airport Rudeness when the tale took a turn for the worse. After a couple of minutes, the airport worker called over a U.S. Customs officer. I hesitate to describe him because you might think I'm exaggerating, but believe me when I say he was short, with a big paunch and black, greased back hair. His face was also greasy and over a poorly trimmed mustache he had a big, pockmarked nose – a boozer's nose, a Bukowski nose.

The airport official said something to him and pointed at the Asian woman. The passenger looked over hopefully. The officer summoned her by jutting his chin in her direction.

The woman approached with her ticket held out.

"Excuse me. I am late for flight. . ."

The officer gestured at the ticket.

"What's this?"

"My flight. . ."

"So you're late? Everybody's late! Hey, is anyone else here late?"

"I am!" some British wanker chimed in.

"Go," the Customs agent said, dismissing her with a wave of the hand.

She stood there a moment, looking confused.

"Get back in line!" he shouted.

I almost said something. I almost said, "I'm not late for my flight. I have a three-hour layover. She can go in front of me. And stop being so unprofessional."

But I didn't. Unlike last month's run-in with a rude airport security official, I was trying to enter a country, not leave one, and speaking up against this lowlife wouldn't help the Asian woman and would almost certainly get me in trouble. So I didn't say anything. I still feel bad about it, but there really wasn't anything I could do. The fact that he did this within full sight of several of his coworkers showed that his work environment didn't discourage that sort of thing.

Another small man with a bit of power treating other people like dirt.

We kept waiting in line as a succession of TV Americans welcomed us with big smiles. After a while the Asian woman stopped looking at her watch. She'd missed her flight.


[Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons]

Filed under: North America, United States, Transportation, Airports, Travel Security

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