Struggles at customs
While I retrieved my luggage, I saw the couple struggling through customs, hindered by the small errors I had induced on their forms.
Their faces were flushed, and their movements frantic as they tried to explain the discrepancies. Customs officers methodically questioned them, their impatience growing with each passing minute.
I took my time, savoring every second of their discomfort, knowing they were paying dearly for their earlier hostilities.