My sister and I went through customs together some years ago, at the time she was 18.
The customs guy started off with a pretty bad attitude and asked all kinds of weird questions.
Then he asked why we chose to go to the US on our honeymoon.
Both me and my sisters started laughing our ass off, and he looked all pissy.
"That's my sister" and the guy turned bright red and stamped our passports faster than hell
