(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....
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HAHAHAHA!! This post seriously reminds me of when we crossed the border to visit Niagara Falls (and you know you have to take your kids' birth certificates or passports to prove they belong to you). Anyway, the only item we purchased in Canada was a stupid plastic train for Jacob. I remember feeling VERY nervous about all the questions the guard asked and the peering into our car he did . . .
Gary Rith: International Potter of Mystery ... :-)
I think it's the slouch hat, and wrinkled rain coat.
Such dramatics at the border, eh?
Sounds like you had a good time though, and I love the photos below. Greg looks handsome as usual in his attire!
wow, we had an experience with the border patrol crossing to New york from Canada after we got married. it was a scary moment, simply because it was loud and we didn't hear him ask where we were from. bastards, they need some courtesy and kindness training.
Looks (below) like you had a good time. Cute bunnies!
I think they are trained to be mean as hell, actually, and as a technique? IT WORKS! Honest people sweat!
It only takes a slight brush with blokes like that to make me feel guity as all get out, of anything they'd like to charge me with! Pitiful. See me, hands high, cringing and shrieking, "Don't hit me, I'll sing, I'll tell you anything you want to hear!"
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