Vegas Baby!! H.
“May I see your passport?” the officer in the booth said as he held out his hand. Alece obliged.
He scanned her passport and fiddled with his screen. She waited for him to stamp it and hand it back to her, but instead he put his hand on his radio and spoke into it.
“Code F” he spoke clearly, calmly, and confidently.
He closed her passport and looked at Alece. She raised her eyebrows in question.
“Ma’am, we are denying you entry into the United States. You will be escorted to a holding area where you can arrange for a return flight to Canada,” he said unapologetically.
Alece’s shoulders sagged. Damn it! She looked up at Kirk and shrugged sadly. Kirk grimaced and shook his head. Then, to ease the tension he said, “So I guess I’ll see you when I get back. Will you pick me up at the airport on Friday?”
He smiled and she elbowed him in the gut. “Ha. Ha.” she scoffed, not amused but certainly impressed by his daring attitude.
It didn’t take long to make the return flight arrangements but they had to wait three hours at the airport for the flight. During that time, Alece called Mike at the station to give him the bad news. He thanked her for trying, and told her he’d take care of it.
“See you in the morning then,” he said before he disconnected.
Alece hung up and held the phone in her lap, staring straight ahead. She ran through the possible scenarios in her head – was this the worst possible outcome? Yes. Yes it was. Was she embarrassed? Not really. Was she going to survive? You bet! Would she be sad she missed Aerosmith? Yep.
But man, what a great story she’d have for Willy and Kim in the morning!