I just got back from having dinner up in Canada. For the first time, coming back into the US was easier than getting into Canada. The guy just asked me where I live, what I was doing in Canada, if the car is registered in my name, how long I had the car, how come I have new license plates, what I do in Seattle, and "so you work with Bill?" Friendly, and reasonable considering my car is filthy and my plates are shiny. Coming into Canada I ran the gauntlet with the customers officer. She was kinda cute, but she had no soul.
Why I was visiting Canada?
Where I was going?
Where I am coming from?
What I do here?
Exactly what do I do here?
How long will I be here?
Will I be staying overnight?
Who am I meeting?
Where am I meeting them?
Where do I know them from?
College? Did I go to university in Canada?
Where are they from?
Why are they in Vancouver?
Is she my girlfriend?
Am I bringing anything into the country?
What do I have in my car?
What specifically do I have in my car?
Is the car registered in my name?
I am not sure what she was getting at, but I was actually questioned TWICE while leaving the US. I had to talk to a US guy on the US side first. Usually no one has to do that. Something must have been up.
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