I drove across the Canadian border into the U.S. on Wednesday - in what has always been a slightly irksome 30-minute wait for the past 10 years morphed into a nearly 2-hour wait this year. That's 2 hours of me sitting on the bridge at Sarnia inching closer to the customs agents... 2 hours of me having to take a whizz.
There was no reason for it... I, of course, picked the slowest line to follow (damn that Murphy and his stupid law)... when I actually got to the US customs agent we chatted for no more than two minutes before he was satisfied that there was no way in hell a would-be terrorist would pretend to be a nerd going to a comic book show in Chicago as his excuse for entering America... so what was the hold-up?
No explanation offered - and I sure as heck wasn't going to ask... but I lost nearly 2 hours of my day sitting in a hot car thinking about not peeing. I ended up peeing in a McDonald's medium coffee cup because I didn't want to lose any time trying to wrangle a bathroom key at a grungy gas station washroom. Twice. You don't want to be following me when I'm dumping something out of my car.
(Okay, I made sure there was no one behind me). Thank gawd for kiddie wipes!!!
The US has every right to protect its borders. I applaud that. I encourage it. But two hours??! That's not cool.
I love America (not as much as Canada - but that's just me), but I sure hate that wait and drag that occurs at US customs.
Does anyone out there have a horor story they's care to see as their guest-written blog? E-mail me and send it in! Let's do it. It's my whine... but like any party, it's better when you share the whine.
I hate customs!
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