Originally Posted by
Pup7
OMG. I'm glad the officers at BOS thought their buddies were being idiots.
At BOS, I was flying in from AMS via LHR. My friend (lives in MA, was waiting for me outside) was getting married the next day and I had timed my holiday so that I could attend. I was attending the wedding, then going back to my holiday. After getting to the CBP line, there was an agent walking along the front of the non-US line checking docs, making sure people had everything ready and filled in before they got to the desks as well as asking questions (I guess trying to speed up the time spent once at the desk). He asked why I was visiting, I said I was going to my friends wedding, then back to holiday. He asked to see the invitation.
When I repacked in AMS, I had the invite, but I couldn't find it in my carry on. I said it must be in the checked bag. He grabbed my docs, pulled me to the front of the line and went to the next desk and mentioned something to the agent there. I got called over and went through the whole thing again. Then got sent down to secondary.
Went downstairs, got my bag and went into the side room. After about 10 minutes I was called up and they just looked
when I told them what happened before saying "why did they even send you down here. There is no reason why you can't enter the country." before stamping my passport. They got even more annoyed at the upstairs agents when I asked "um... what about US VISIT?" They were meant to do that upstairs, even it they were planning to send me to secondary.
But really - what in the world was that about at JFK?
I was on a DONE3 departing from NRT, so of course it had been paid for in JPY. I had just arrived on CX. At CBP in T7, the agent I got asked me all sorts of questions about work, plans, how I paid for ticket and asked to see the itinerary. She seemed to get confused about the listed price in Yen and started asking questions about my bank account then kept insisting that I couldn't afford my holiday. She kept me there for about 20 minutes discussing what I could and couldn't "afford" until I said "credit".
The other times I've been through JFK (or any other airport for that matter), I've never had anything else like it. I'd have to say that agent was insane.