In my 20s, I had a Kafkaesque interaction at Vancouver customs about whether my visit was for business or pleasure. I explained that my father was at a confere

In my 20s, I had a Kafkaesque interaction at Vancouver customs about whether my visit was for business or pleasure. I explained that my father was at a conference, and that I was there to both help and be a tourist. Did not parse with Mr. Papers Please. "Which one is it?" in increasingly aggressive tones. Finally I just picked one, he gave me my stamp, and I went through.