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another fantastic trip to our tiny Mayan island in the sun...flying as any of you who do it is basically southwest  and the rest...i know, i know the poor airline companies barely make a profit...they are going broke allowing  us to fly for below cost...I'm calling bullshit on that...just like their is a reason gas prices fluctuate with intestinal pressure of some sheik watching re-runs of "I dream of Genie"...but i digress...this ones is for passport control in the good ole US of A...so we return to Ft Lauderdale International airport, which is like calling a 7 eleven, a walmart...anyway so we are herded into a large hall...after deplaning with the thousand or so people who came in on the three planes that arrived simultaneously... it's taking a really long time...an hour passes and finally i get to front of the line and realize what is taking so fucking long...citizens with blue US passports...lots of them...cannot read or understand the English instructions that they are being directed to follow...now i get the whole English as a second language...but no knowledge...impossible right...nope people, citizens are walking around carrying a document and can't even read the instructions to re-enter their own country.,.,.i never realized how much of a problem  it is until now...so i can only assume that the registration form is in spanish...unbelievable
Location: 4115 2nd Ave N, St Petersburg, FL 33713, USA

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