My husband and I recently returned from our honeymoon in Seattle and Vancouver. We took a lovely train up the coast from Seattle. I was watching the drug-sniffing dog, because who doesn't love watching a dog, and to my admittedly untrained eye he didn't seem to show any unusual excitement in us. But, moments later, we were shown into a tiny room, ignored for 20 minutes, and then separately given an inquisition into our whereabouts and our plans. This was especially fun and exciting when it turned out my husband was unable to answer any of the hotel questions (I booked the vacation).
Did I mention I have a partial arm tattoo and my husband has long hair?
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