September 09, 2004

So, here I am in the Frankfurt airport. Kinda a zombie after the 10.5 hour flight from SFO. Stumble around a destroyed terminal that looks like something out of a Bladerunner set. Figure out we need to get from Terminal A to Terminal B. Head through German passport control.

Tim's ahead of me. He knows some German. Chats inaudibly with the passport dude.

I step to the front. He looks at my passport.
"Coming from San Francisco?"
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?"
"Um, I'm sorry?"
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?"
"Oh, no."
"You were born in Germany..."
"Oh, yes."
"Have a good day!"

Lordie, I feel like a dork.

Posted by shock at September 09, 2004 01:50 AM