He’s been detained. Detained at the airport.
It seems that they are looking for someone with the same name.
A common name. A very common name. The kind of name that makes it difficult for people to find him on the internet because of the sheer overabundance of information about people with the same name.
It’s one a.m. his time. He’s tired and has a raging headache.
We talked briefly, and he just has to wait there until they can somehow confirm with the federal government that he isn’t the person they are seeking.
On a Sunday night. On Veteran’s Day.
They have all his id. His Georgia license even has his fingerprint encrypted onto it. How long can it take? How much information do they have on the guy they seek?
Poor, poor hubby.
I wonder how long this will take.
I wonder how incompetent they really are.
Could this turn into a nightmare?
I know he’s not the person they are looking for, and yet I so distrust the government anymore that I’m actually getting pretty stressed out.
He’s probably too tired and annoyed to be thinking much about the various scenarios that have begun to invade my thought process. I mean, what rights do we have anymore?
Really, what can I do?
So he’s detained, and I wait.