Exhausted and irritated
They were almost pleading with officials, clearly exhausted and irritated. The wife’s earlier smugness was gone, replaced by desperation.
The husband’s earlier bravado had vanished, and his shoulders slumped. They shifted from one foot to another, glancing nervously between the officials and each other.
Their attempts to rectify the errors were met with stern directives and confusion. I moved through customs smoothly, relishing their escalating frustration and knowing this was just the beginning.