This is a picture of the U.S. -- Canadian border that I drove across a couple of weeks ago. When I got up to those toll booth things, (pictured) the Canadian border guard asked me some tough questions, which was a bit unnerving because, being guilty by nature, I already felt guilty and supicious even before the border guard third degree started. He was like, "Where are you going?" I said I was going to Montreal to visit my girlfriend who lives there.
Border guard: "Is this your first time in Montreal?"
Me: "Yes."
Border guard: "How long have you and your girlfriend been dating?"
Me: "Like five months."
Border guard: "You've been dating five months, and you haven't been to visit her yet?"
I guess they get a lot of hozzer-beast Americans going across the border to break the hearts of true and innocent Canadians, 'cause then he was like,
"Do you have anything in the car that's going to stay in Canada?" (which they always ask, but then he added) "such as a present, or flowers?"
So, next time in Canada, bring flowers.
2 comments:
I'm guessing the border patrol guard does not have a special lady/gentleman friend himself. If he did, he would know that flowers are a crappy gift, as flowers die, but diamonds last forever.
Ah, but diamonds and the diamond mine industry are a scourge on the entire continent of Africa. Meanwhile, flowers will live longer if you change their water and re-cut the stems diagonally every few days. Really what women love is video games.
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