Dinner Next to Jeff Bezos

I had almost an identical experience this week coming back from, uh, from France. When I landed at TSA, I had my green card, I show them, and a lot of times it hasn't been a pain in the— it hasn't been a pain in the ass since I got my green card. Like, I don't have to go into the interrogation room. As the TSA agent's checking out my green card, 2 TSA agents come up to me and I could already see the guy's recording on his phone. And he's like, yo, Dobrik, where's my Tesla? And the TSA agent that's checking out my green card is like, whoa, what's going on? What's going on? And I'm like, God, fuck. Any kind of attention you give anybody, those TSA agents lose it because they go on like a serious power trip. So I was like, you just fucked me. Like, you just fucked me by recognizing me and now I'm screwed. And then, and then he took me into an interrogation room.