My Country, 'Tis Not Of Me
I'm still tired and footsore after a mini-vacation on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. Though still too exhausted to write very much, I will say this: the Canadian border guard was polite, though obviously bored. The American guard was a bigger dick than the one which launched John Holmes' career. I'm honestly amazed that in America, in the Year Of Someone Else's Lord 2011, the fact that I am unmarried -- or rather, the fact that I crossed the border with a man whose last name differs from my own -- is enough to warrant Extra Questions. Good thing my boyfriend is not the stereotypical "forgetful male"; I shudder to think what would have happened had he not been able to answer the question "When is her birthday?"
posted by Jennifer Abel at 8:41 AM
4 Comments:
I would be more suspicious of a man who remembered a birthday. Obviously rehearsed.
Remember, they're fighting for your freedoms.
A trick question like what is your mother's maiden name is called for.
Terrorists are never prepared for it.
Not all Canadian border guards are nicer than the American ones, although on average the American ones are more likely to act like giant hardons.
I remember once heading to Canada on I-5, with the intention of returning to Seattle the next day. The Canadian border guard--Canadian, mind you--asked me what I was going to be doing in Seattle, which, last time I checked, was still on the U.S. side of the border and slightly outside his jurisdiction.
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