Sunday, July 20, 2008
..and at home...
(getting to know some duty free Scotch at home and a rotten bunny in the yard tormenting my beagle)
We have nicknamed the bunny Clover and her sister Daisy. Dang, Clover is EVERYWHERE we go this summer, and our beagle Penny is pissed about it. (beagles, of course, are bred to hunt rabbits)
Yesterday driving into Canada with, ahem, 3 large boxes of pottery to deliver to customers, the sweet looking young woman at the guard booth, who appeared to be somebody's 25 year old kindergarten teacher, gave us the third degree and a thorough computer check. Canada has always been nice to me coming in, but not yesterday. I was honest about the fact that I was delivering pots, of course, but I sorta lowballed the value so that, you know, customs duty and sales tax might not be much of a factor. She was not really believing me about the values, but let us through in the end. Then we played slots at the casino for a couple of cokes and the dude pissing next to me in the john was screaming about how he had just won 3200 bucks! My five dollars won up to 7 before disappearing, but hey, the cokes are free!
Coming home with a liter of tasty whisky at the day's end, we figured the US guard would yell at us, per usual, because they are NOT trained to be friendly. And she did. She didn't look like a sweet kindergarten teacher, she looked like a linebacker, but she passed us through.
Crossing the border makes you feel pretty nervous, even if you are honest and law-abiding....