There were two US Customs officers sitting on the other side of the restaurant. Yep, they never quit staring at us. Judging from the flight jumpsuits and shoulder holsters, they fly out of nearby Palomar Airport.
Of course, that realization reminded Matt of the time he was riding the Coaster train to work. Sitting in an empty car, four men in khakis and touristy t-shirts entered the car from the adjoining one. They were clean-shaven, moved together, and looked too alert, screaming "FED!". They were INS agents conducting "surprise" random inspections, and totally failing to blend in.
