When we got to our gate, the lady at the counter didn't call boarding by zones because, well for one, there was no counter. Instead, as we arrived at the gate, we got in line. And boarding was first come, first served. Except there were about 6 agents who called the next in line so actual people could open and inspect all carry-on luggage. I was scared while she tried to figure out how to remove my violin from the case. I could just see her shaking it to make sure I wasn't smuggling any drugs over the border and accidentally whack it on the side of the table. On an interesting side note, she didn't open the zippered pocket that was bulging on the outside of my violin case.
So we passed electronic screening of ourselves and our bags, and physical inspection of our bags. That should have given me a heads up as to what was coming next. As we got to the door of the plane, two women stood there patting each passenger down. Of course! We basically just waltzed into the country, but we got the second degree leaving. Shouldn't it be the other way around?