I am in South Bend, Indiana today to give a talk on a recent paper. I was expecting an easy go at the make-shift border that consists of a dimly lit room in the Toronto airport where American Homeland Security officers check passports. After all, I have a U.S. passport and I wasn’t traveling with my Canadian Husband–that often gets us extra questions.
So, for whatever reason, I was not expecting to be grilled, and came up rather unprepared for the officer to ask me the topic of my talk. For a fraction of a second, I froze up and forgot what it was–I will be giving two talks and they scrambled in my brain–and then I was so glad when the title popped into my head that I blurted out
Economic Inequality and Attitudes toward Homosexuality!!!
And then I saw the look on his face, which lasted only a split second until he went back to a total deadpan, and he handed me back my passport and sent me on my way.