Obviously it was a mistake telling the customs official I was unemployed.
Please step over to the counter over there, sir.
Two very friendly officers opened up all my packs. Every single thing I was bringing with me was strewn out onto the counter. As the officers questioned me I started to detect inconsistencies in my own story, even though I was trying to be as truthful and honest as possible. Surely there was no way they would ever let someone like me into the land of the free?
Just as I was getting ready to plan my way back home again i was greeted into the united states of america by a cheerful:
OK sir, you may pack your bags.
With a little over two hours to spare before my flight to Atlanta I Barely made it through the gauntlet that is Newark airport and arrived at the gate just before boarding was about to start.