Back in 2006 I flew back into Phoenix from Heathrow and got ambushed at customs. My wife's parents had some old luggage and when they died she kept it. One suitcase was this big red monster, more of a trunk and me lacking any sense of fashion chose to use it. Got into the UK, no problem. Coming back, coming through customs they were waiting for me. They immediately pulled me to the side after showing my passport. I had nothing to hide so I wasn't nervous. We go to this place with a table and he puts it on the table, crosses his arms, looks at me accusingly and asks what's inside. I told him the truth, my dirty laundry and some souvenirs. He kind of smirked and asked me if I had more than 10 grand inside. I told him "I wish". He asks if he can take a look, tell him "sure" and open it up. He starts digging through it, looking kind of disappointed and then asks "How can a guy like you afford to travel overseas?". I asked him what he meant and pointed out the old suitcase and perhaps I was looking kind of shaggy. I just told him "I'm lucky I guess". He then asks what I do for a living and a bunch of other stuff and he tried tripping me up a few times. He then asked me to lift up my pants legs which I did. He then let me go. I was outside waiting for a shuttle, smoking a cig (my smoking days) and some undercover looking dude comes out and "bums a cig". I give it to him, he pretends to light it up then walks away. They really must of thought that I looked shady.