What Not to Do at the Border

Crossing the US/Canadian border recently, the following conversation ensued. I highly recommend against the types of responses I gave, although they were given in all earnestness.

Guard: Do you have any weapons in the vehicle?

RR: [looks from guard to husband]

Guard: Why are you looking at him?

RR: Uh, because I’m not in charge of that.

Guard (incredulous): “Not in charge of THAT??”

RR: Uh, well, what I mean is, I don’t have any…I never…I…

Husband (interrupting, thank God): We have no weapons in this car.

Guard [now looking at Husband]: Do you have any guns in the vehicle?

Husband (repeats): No.

Guard: Do you own guns where you come from? (As if we are from the “awful killing place.”)

Husband: Yes.

RR: [stomach now in throat…looks from Husband to Guard]

Guard: When was the last time you had guns in this vehicle?

RR: [looks stupidly from Guard to Husband]

Husband: Never.

Guard: Is there any chance we’d find a round or a holster in there?

RR: [madly trying to picture every crevice of the car, just in case…a holster???]

Husband: No.

RR: [by this time fully expecting to be pulled over and every bit of our carefully packed provisions searched.]

Guard (looking irritatedly at the moron driving the car [aka RR]: Ok, move on.

WELCOME TO CANADA

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About Rebecca Reynolds

Leadership Guru; Systems Thinker; Complex Problem Solver; Facilitative Leader...also LOVE life, dog Wiley, good food, Malbec, forests, oceans, yoga stillness, the boxing bag, ballroom dance, and movies.
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