Honeymoon Trip
On a visit to my wife's native England for our honeymoon, we arrived at London's Gatwick Airport.
Tania headed for the British-passport control line while I, an American, waited in the foreigners' line.
When my turn came, the customs officer asked me the purpose of my visit.
"Pleasure," I replied. "I'm on my honeymoon."
The officer looked first to one side of me, then the other.
"That's very interesting, sir," he said as he stamped my passport. "Most men bring their wives with them."