So when I was going through immigration at Melbourne Airport on Monday, a funny thing happened. Here is the dialogue of what went down between me and the immigration officer (a man in his mid-fifties – let’s call him Peter):
Enter: me, passport and immigration card in hand, beaming, twinkling eyes, full of excitement
Me (approaching the desk): Hello!
Peter: Hello – THAT’S a winning smile! You get the winningest smile of the day award!
Me: *blushes* Thanks – I’m a bit excited about my trip today!
Peter (looking at my immigration card): 5 months… 5 months? You’re away for 5 months? How does anyone manage to get that much time off work??!
Me: I don’t know! <this dialogue is not working as well on paper as it did when it went down – I promise it wasn’t as ditzy as it sounds>
Peter (smiling): You must have made a mistake. Let me change that for you to 5 days…
Me (flashing that winning gold star smile in return – laughing intonation): Ho ho ho – yes OK!!
But then – Peter the immigration officer DID change my immigration card to 5 days. Was he joking?? I thought he was! I thought my ‘ho ho ho’-ing made it clear that I was joking!! Let this blog post be a testament to ‘the joke’ and that it WAS a joke and that I am SERIOUSLY away on this adventure for 5 months, not 5 days.
A 5 day adventure would still be an adventure, but not quite this adventure. Should I be nervous? Eep.