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I was flying to New Mexico from Europe about 10 years ago and the first stop was in DFW. I had 50 minutes to kill between flights, so I asked a security guard where I could go for a smoke - he pointed me through a set of 1-way doors which led to the kurbside. I finished my smoke and couldn't get back in.

The fucker only buggered off and nomatter what I said to the security that replaced him, they wouldn't let me back in the airport. That was until I showed them my passport and tickets Wto prove that I was mid-transit and hadn't even passed through immigration and thus didn't even have a vistors visa stamp in my passport

Would never happen today I'm sure, but it was amusing how my innocence got me into the US without any immigration check.

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