( Here is something my friend Denny posted on his Facebook page. I thought it was so good that I copied it.)
An American gentleman of 83 years arrived in Paris by plane and slowly headed through customs. It took him a few minutes to find his passport in his carry-on bag. The customs officer, a bit impatient and haughty, asked him, “You have been to France before, monsieur?” The American nodded and said, “Yes, I have.” The customs clerk then said, “In that case, you should know better and should have had your passport ready to show.” The elderly American courteously replied, “Yes, I suppose. Forgive me. But the last time I came here, I didn’t have to show a passport.” “That’s impossible. You are quite wrong, sir. Americans always have to show their passports upon arrival in France!” The American sighed and then gave the customs clerk a slight smile. “Well, it’s like this, my young friend. When I last came to France it was in 1944. I was dodging bullets and artillery shells when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day to help liberate this country. And wouldn’t you know it, I couldn’t find a single Frenchmen to show a passport to.”