Way back when we were still living with my parents (pre-9/11), my brother was a volunteer for one of the big student-exchange organisations. Our house wasn’t that far from the airport, so occasionally we had surprise overnight guests in the shape of boisterous exchange students who had been too liberal with the B-word in the airport/aircraft/… on their way home, had missed their flights being thoroughly grilled by the border police, and were being sent away with a very stern warning not to do it again the next day (or ever). Not a great situation, especially if all of your family and friends are waiting at the other end with the big banners, marching band, etc. to welcome you home after a year’s absence. The upside was, once they arrived at our place, they were usually quite contrite and docile and thoroughly manageable, for a time anyway.
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