Fat American

A hazy Hong Kong skyline. 

A hazy Hong Kong skyline. 

I connected through the Hong Kong airport on my way to Vietnam and my experience going through customs was too funny not to share.

Preface

See? Nine chins. 

See? Nine chins. 

My passport photo is terrible. It looks like I have nine chins. I've been waiting nine years for it to expire because it is so bad. To be clear, though, I've never actually had nine chins. 

Encounter

Me
Hands passport and departure card to female immigration agent

Female agent
Looks at passport and then looks at me repeatedly
Name, date of birth?

Me
Krystal Webber. September 23.

Female agent
Appears unsatisfied
This look different.
Pauses
Lose weight?

Me
I guess.

Female agent
Do you have another ID? Drivers license?

Me
Sure.
Hands drivers license to female agent

Female agent
Shakes head, shows drivers license and passport to male agent sitting beside her

Male agent
How much weight you lose?

Me
Knowing the passport photo is terrible but still confused about what they expect to hear, so answering cautiously
I don't know, 10 to 15 pounds?

Male agent
Shakes his head, wide-eyed

Female agent
Seems both suspicious and surprised
15 pounds?!? Whoa.
Looks at passport and drivers license again
This still look different. You have more ID?

Me
Hands credit card to female agent

Female agent
Sighs.
Ok.
Stamps passport and returns it to me

Me
Successfully walks through immigration area

Reflection

While I've never been especially thin, I've always been pretty tiny so I just found this whole thing to be hilarious. Plus, I can't imagine anywhere in America it being appropriate to ask a stranger if they lost weight and how much. Props to them, though, for their diligence in proving my identity.

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Posted on February 3, 2015 and filed under Travel.