Bill and I have always enjoyed traveling to Canada. We’ve had a few funny things happen at the border…
We were once pulled out of a long line of cars for inspection. This wasn’t just a quick look in the trunk. This was a “take everything out of the car and go over it with a fine-tooth comb” type of inspection. Once the car was empty, they started going through our things. They pulled our cassette tapes out (now you see how very long ago this was!) They emptied my Advil bottle and inspected every pill. They even emptied out our box of Triscuit crackers! After all was said and done, nothing was found. Once we packed everything back in the car I asked the border guard why we were singled out for such a thorough inspection. He told us it was because we were driving a Saab Turbo. Apparently, that car was a preferred model for drug runners. Sigh…those tapes never did play right after that, and the Triscuits certainly didn’t taste the same.
Another time we were crossing over and we were stopped for a quick inspection. It was one of our first trips over and we didn’t realize that we could only bring a small amount of beer back from Canada. We had outdone ourselves in the beer department. I think we had six cases! We were driving a small Nissan wagon where it was easy to see exactly what we had. The border guard took one look and calmly told us that they charge duty on that much alcohol. We didn’t know that and we must have looked pitiful because he let us go, but not before he helped us repack the car so that the alcohol didn’t show. Why did he do this? Because he said that even though he was letting us go, it was illegal to travel in the state of Maine with that much alcohol! Imagine that happening today?
Then there was the time I thought I wouldn’t be let back in the States because I bought too much yarn. Yup, you read that right…yarn! Ok, so I did buy a lot of yarn. I won’t deny it, but it wasn’t like I was trying to run guns or anything!
Yet again we were singled out. I guess that Saab Turbo really was a red flag no matter what crossing we took! This one was about 150 miles away from home. Anyhow, we had to show our driver’s licenses before the inspection started. The guard took a look at Bill’s license and said: “are you Archie’s boy?” Bill nodded. The guard grinned and said: “go on then, and say hi to your Dad for me!”