Arab Princess at US immigration
Back in the 90's (long before 9/11), a colleague of mine had to go to USA for a training course. At New York airport he found himself waiting in the immigration queue behind an Arab princess, and the immigration officer definitely DID NOT LIKE Arabs, princesses or otherwise. From his vantage point at the head of the queue, my colleague heard the following conversation:
Officer: What's your name?
Princess: Princess XXX of Saudi Arabia
Officer: What's your job?
Princess: Er..., I'm a princess.
Officer: No. What work do you do? What is your job?
Princess: Err... Well, as I said, I'm a princess. I don't actually have a job as such.
Officer: OK. So you're telling me you're unemployed. Well, then, what's your husband's job.
Princess: He's Prince XXX of Saudi Arabia.
Officer: I'm not interested in his title. What's his job? What work does he do?
Princess: Well.. he's a prince. He doesn't actually need to work.
Officer: So. You're telling me you're unemployed, your husband is unemployed and you want to enter America?
At thi point, my colleague decided to move to another queue, so he never heard how that conversation ended.