and coming up with hundreds and hundreds of fanfuckintastic ideas which I am going to write down on a big sheet of paper and start planning to put into action right after I have another cheese-puff and a few more Twinkies" option?

did that kind of thing.

Back in 1988 I went to Canada by car with a guy I lived with. No problem. Easy as hell to get in, and the people were friendly.

Coming back, however...different story.

US Customs guy we ran into was a total asshole. Rude and condescending. Had us pull over to be searched...our persons, bags, and the car. They didn't find anything unusual.

It was only afterward I learned that my idiotic traveling companion had a joint stashed in his cigarette pack. I wanted to thrash him to death.

So we all piled in the rent-a-wreck Dodge van, which also was full of work equipment, and went up to Canada for the weekend. We had no problem entering Canada. Coming back, the BP decided to take a closer look and told us to pull over into the parking lot. They told us to all get out, "and bring the dog, too." Only thing was, we didn't have a dog. One of our crew was sitting on top of some equipment behind the back seat. He also had a beard, and was wearing a leather Bomber jacket with fur lined collar...

When they saw him climb out, they shined a flashlight on the floorboards and told us to get back in and be on our way.

Later I found out one guy had a joint in his sock.

"Bring the dog too!"




So I think it was Highgate Springs, on Route 89 where we crossed.

I remember having a bunch of sleeping pills in a blister pack in my purse. I was asked what they were. Me: Uhh...sleeping pills. Customs person: Why do you have sleeping pills? Me: Umm...because I can't sleep?

I hope they had a blast going through my box of Maxi pads.

I think that was the same crossing!

If you'll pardon the expression...


rocktivity

undeterred will hold my beer.

What do you mean, "poor choice of words"?

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...............................

to walk from Canada to the US over the tightrope so he can smuggle in a shitload of Canadian beer.

And bacon.

You only get one shot at this.