You're in my country now

This was told to me by my brother. This happened a few years ago, around 1996.

A German friend of his, who I will call H, working in Saudi Arabia on a temporary contract, was leaving to return home after having completed the project he had been assigned. At immigration, he had just placed his passport on the counter when an extremely loud, obnoxious Saudi man came barging through the queue which was mostly made up of poor labourers. Shouting obcenities all the way along, he approached the desk where he picked up H's passport and flung it off to the side, smugly exclaiming "You are in my country."
The immigration officer, was slightly embarrassed but did not challenge the man's behaviour and stamped his passport through.

Now H, being a generally typical German with little sense of humour, didn't see the funny side of this and started arguing with both idiots. To top it off, he was detained briefly by the airport security for 'making shouting'. Eventually, they did release him, but not before he was within 5 minutes of missing his flight.

Got on the flight in a foul mood - yada yada. I have no details of the flight, safe to say he probably drank a bit, ate a bit and slept a bit. I mean, aeroplanes are the only places where one can do all three things at the same time.

Off the plane, through immigration and was walking across the narrow bridge to the arrivals area. Who does he see, but asshole himself from the airport! Asshole had changed out of his kandora, and looked a bit silly with his clown trainers and ball-crushing tight jeans. H manouevred himself behind Bozo and just as he was about to descend the stairs down to arrivals, gave him an almighty karate kick up his backside. He even made sure he timed it perfectly, so he wasn't holding the railings.

Down he went, head over heels over arse over tits. His briefcase had, in the tumble, burst open and lost all it's contents, which were now airborne. His combover had come loose and was flapping in the breeze. He looked up and instantly recogised H, first going pale, then green. H put one foot on his wobbly man-boob chest and pointing menacingly at his quivering face simply said,

"You are in my country now."

...and picked up his passport and threw it in the gutter.