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RE: A different side of Amsterdam
When traveling to Sweden I had a connecting flight from Amsterdam back home to Seatac. My boyfriend's passport was badly damaged and he had put a label on it that said "Vagina Destroyer". They held us for quite some time while sorting things out and deciding what to do with us. The whole time all I could think was how it would sound entirely too convenient to my boss if I had to call and explain I wouldn't be back to work for a while because I was stuck in Amsterdam.