We usually cross into the US to fly when we travel, as the amount of taxes you save is quite often more than the cost of the trip itself. While that part I appreciate, the one thing that always puzzles me is the border between the two countries. First of all, I have no ability to figure out when it's going to be busy or not. Times when I expect it to be busy, there is no line at all. Then sometimes in the middle of the night it's backed up for hours. Either way it's worth the savings, but what really baffles me are the random questions that the border guards ask sometimes. I know that they are trained to ask these things, and observe people's reactions, but some questions are off the chart weird. I frequently get asked "What is the purpose of your trip to Disneyland?" (and I stammer over an answer every time they ask), "What year did you graduate?" (I don't know what grad year caused all the problems, but 1986 is clear!) or "Are these your children?" (Oh the opportunities, but I know that sarcasm at the border isn't a good idea). Those are going in to the US. When we come home the border guards just look across me and say "Welcome back Lori. How much did you spend this time?"
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Isn't It Supposed To Be Summer?
We usually cross into the US to fly when we travel, as the amount of taxes you save is quite often more than the cost of the trip itself. While that part I appreciate, the one thing that always puzzles me is the border between the two countries. First of all, I have no ability to figure out when it's going to be busy or not. Times when I expect it to be busy, there is no line at all. Then sometimes in the middle of the night it's backed up for hours. Either way it's worth the savings, but what really baffles me are the random questions that the border guards ask sometimes. I know that they are trained to ask these things, and observe people's reactions, but some questions are off the chart weird. I frequently get asked "What is the purpose of your trip to Disneyland?" (and I stammer over an answer every time they ask), "What year did you graduate?" (I don't know what grad year caused all the problems, but 1986 is clear!) or "Are these your children?" (Oh the opportunities, but I know that sarcasm at the border isn't a good idea). Those are going in to the US. When we come home the border guards just look across me and say "Welcome back Lori. How much did you spend this time?"
Isn't It Supposed To Be Summer?
2011-07-17T08:49:00-07:00
Steve
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