I'd fallen in love with an Irish doctor while she was living in Boston and basically followed her home like a stray cat when her time here ran out. We were thinking about getting hitched and I was trying REALLY HARD to get straight answers about how to stay there long-term while we figured it out. I love Ireland but their immigration policies are a bit chaotic.
First person I asked: "ah sure now if anyone gives you trouble just jump in a bush."
Me: Jump in a bush?
Him: Do I look like I'm gonna chase ye, lad?
Then we went to London for a visit. I'd been traveling with ALL my paperwork, showing I was a contractor for an American company, not seeking work in Ireland, and basically "hey look I'm earning American dollars but adding to the Irish economy." But for the London trip I left the paperwork at home because it was like a forty minute flight.
Now at the time, the US had stopped stamping passports when you came and went. So I'm coming back through security in Shannon and this old retired cop running the desk gets suspicious when my passport says I've been in Ireland without returning home for like 18 months. (I'd gone home to restart the clock every 90 days religiously so this WOULDN'T happen.) And he figures out I'd had to have my passport reissued because the US government got my birthday wrong, thinks I'm flying in under a fake passport and is like AH HA I GOT YA, YA FILTHY CRIMINAL!
Was not going to let me into the country. Mind, Mary had flounced off to get our bags and left me there, she was not with me, I had nobody to vouch for me.
But because this was Ireland, and Shannon airport, and this dude was the only guy running security AT ALL, he sees a flight from France landing (literally through the window behind me.) And I realize he just doesn't want to bother with processing me and leave a flight of angry French folks waiting. So he says "ah go on now, get this sorted would you." And I thank him even though I'm basically pissing my pants. Mary comes running up to us, seeing I'm in trouble, and he sees WHY I'm in this wet auld country. And he says: "You know you wouldn't have this problem if you just married her." So I yell, at the end of my rope: "I AM TRYING, SIR, SHE KEEPS SAYING NO" and then we left.
I went to the immigration office that next morning. I explain what happens. The guy there says: well have you overstayed? I'm like no, I have plane tickets here in my hand that get me out of the country a week before my time's up. And he says well there's nothing I can do to help you, you have to actually overstay first for me to help.
Anyway. I love that place, I wish I HAD stayed, but it was goddamned romper room trying to figure out their immigration process, which is why whenever I hear Americans saying they'll just up and move there on a whim to escape Trump I'm like the fuck you WILL my mans....