In the early 1980s, Michael, Greta Alexander, and I flew to London for “The Other Economic Summit,” a counter-culture gathering of alternative economic opinions held at the same time and place as the annual Economic Summit of the “Big #” countries (pick your number, it varies).
Upon disembarking at Heathrow Airport, Customs asked the usual “How long are you staying?” “Why are you visiting?” and “What is your occupation?”
Greta and I sailed through and then waited for nearly half an hour for Michael to catch up.
When asked the “occupation” question, he answered “thinker.” It completely stumped the Customs Agents. They repeated the question several times and each time he insisted he was a “thinker.” Maybe they were hoping he’d give them a more standard answer but Michael stuck to his guns.
At last, perhaps concluding that he was a bit eccentric, they let him pass through the turnstile.
Br’er Claude