sadly they didn’t want to see our green card – they just stopped Certain Cars and “ran the plates”* as they say in America
*for our British chums, that would be “As per Protocol, we called Scotland Yard and asked for Sergeant Smith to check the list of stolen vehicles from the blue folder in the last-but-one-filing-cabinet, Sir”)
we weren’t even (that) near the Border (to Mexico).
but they were definitely looking for someone else who sadly wasn’t as far along in the immigration process as we now are – being of the status of a Permanent Resident Alien (minus the Extra Terrestrial connotations).
but it’s true we did drive almost 200km in-that-direction as who-we-are-in-RL was doing some Digital Consulting.
and we’re having breakfast with friends at some terribly early hour in east L.A tomorrow so we had to drive back.
the distinct plus side was that we got to see the Ocean when we arrived this morning (slightly bleary eyed and in need of a lot of caffeine it has to be said)
l’heure bleu vraiment.
and now we must s l e e p.
sweet dreams on your side of the world (or a perky cup of tea if it’s that time of the morning already where you Are).