I walked over to the intermediate border checkpoint flying back in. I walked over nicely. And said, hello, handed her my passport, praying that they wouldn't act like power-tripping, obsessive-compulsive mental patients. And tell me that maybe I should get a new passport, because mine is going to expire eventually. And you know what? She did. Because I was watching them dress down, give little orders, dominate, and feed their power ego.