As we started our much-anticipated road trip to California, we thankfully made it through the border without incident. In fact, Gail actually let me talk to the Border Guard and I didn’t have to pretend I was asleep in the back seat with the boys. I think I’ve finally gained Gail’s trust back when it comes to crossing the border. But it’s taken a while…and looking at the evidence I can’t really blame her.
My Border Blunders started way back in high school. I can’t remember if we were in grade 11 or 12, or if we were 16 or 17 or 18 years old. All I remember is that there were 4 of us and we weren’t that smart.
After buying a bunch of clothes and a new Nintendo system in the States, we headed north back towards the border only to stop about 15 minutes from the crossing. Being young and impressionable and immature, we decided that we weren’t going to claim everything (anything???) and we proceeded to throw out all of the boxes and receipts for the merchandise. We put on our new clothes, even ON TOP of our older stuff. I remember wearing 2 shirts, a sweater and 2 jackets up top, and 2 pairs of pants below. Needless to say, I was very warm. And unable to move. My Einstein friends even hid the new Nintendo underneath the spare tire in the trunk.