One cannot love NY customs. There is nothing fun about standing in line for two hours, looking at the same faces snaking forward. I swear that I can see beard growing in some of those faces. They start the line clean shaved, end it with a stubble.
After a long flight, not a pleasant experience. And the monitors welcoming you to US, the smiling happy faces, the beaches and skyscrapers displayed for your viewing pleasure while slowly shuffling in the line, they are just in so much conflict with the frustration you will feel.
And, for sure, you can expect that when you are finally close to the officer taking your stack of papers, there is some person with faulty documentation just before you. Then he or she can, literally, stand there for half an hour while the officials try to figure out what the persons wants. Sometimes, the person causing such discomfort does not speak english.
I wonder, every time, that there are no old, mouldering skeletons, long forgotten in that line. I would love to shoot a hidden camera on how people would react, if after such a wait, the line closed and they were asked to start again. Monkey rage, I bet.
Also, do not try it with two kids after a nine hour flight. I dare you.
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