Made It Through

All the worrying and setting up of an alternative to getting into the country (an I.R.A. gun-running trip perhaps). For nothing. When we got to the guy at the desk, he looks at us and says:

"Where're ya heeded?"
Edinburgh.
"What fer?"
Performing at the Fringe.
"Double-Act are ya."
We look and smile at each other.
"Off ya go."

Classic.

(And there's the double-act right there on the board)