Cross through customs coming back from Mexico exhausted at early o’clock, my brother looks over at me all serious as says
“Hey, quick, look shify!”
I hardly have enough to to process what he said before I’m standing in front of a border patrol agent think “How the hell am I supposed to not look shifty, great, I’m sure now I do”.
Every single time I go through a security check point now I hear my brothers voice in my head and I just know I look guilty of something.
Cross through customs coming back from Mexico exhausted at early o’clock, my brother looks over at me all serious as says
“Hey, quick, look shify!”
I hardly have enough to to process what he said before I’m standing in front of a border patrol agent think “How the hell am I supposed to not look shifty, great, I’m sure now I do”.
Every single time I go through a security check point now I hear my brothers voice in my head and I just know I look guilty of something.
It’s fine, we’re all guilty of something!
Ok, true, but they don’t need to know that.