...in One Easy Lesson.
As anyone who knows me will tell you, I'm really okay sounding pretentious. I do, however, prefer to plan on it and do it intentionally. Not like yesterday in the customs line.
When Lithus and I got down to the sorting section, there was a line for Canadians and a line for non-Canadians. So, we split up. Once in my non-Canadian line, I asked an official if, for future reference, my Canadian husband and I could go through the same line. Yes, we could. Either line, actually, whichever is shortest. I just can't use the kiosks on the Canadian side. Excellent. And thank you.
At which point, the lovely American couple behind me started up a conversation...
LAC: Is this your first time to Canada?
Pobble: Oh, no.
LAC: Just the first time traveling with your husband?
Pobble: Oh, no. We just usually clear customs through the FBO.
LAC: What's the FBO?
Pobble: The part of the airport set up for private aircraft.
LAC: Oooohhhhhh...
Ah well.
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