Just a funny little story involving the Canadian border patrol...
I took a little side trip to Toronto after attending the Buffalo M&G. My conversation with the border patrol:
Officer: Where are you going?
Me: Toronto
Officer: How long will you be staying?
Me: Just overnight; I'm leaving first thing in the morning.
Officer: Claiming anything?
Me: Just my clothes (okay...I withheld some information, but I was NOT about to tell her about the swords I took for the M&G!)
Officer: Enjoy your trip.
My exit was equally uneventful:
Me: (handed officer my driver's license)
Officer: Where were you born?
Me: Philadelphia.
Officer: How long were you in Canada?
Me: Just overnight.
Officer: Heading home?
Me: Yes.
Officer: Okay. Have a nice trip.
If only *all* my encounters with the Canadian border patrol were this uneventful. However, that is not the case. The first time I visited Toronto, I went with a group of friends to attend a New Year's Eve party hosted by my old church. We had no problems getting into Canada, but had *some* problems leaving...
My friend Raquel was driving. For some reason I can't remember, she swapped cars with one of the other girls. So we were riding in another girl's car (not Raquel's), which will become important in this story. The dialogue went something like this:
Officer: May I see your ID?
Raquel: (hands over her driver's license)
Officer: Do you have a passport? (apparently, they sometimes check)
Raquel: I don't have an American passport; I'm a Jamaican citizen.
Officer: May I see your green card?
Raquel: (digs around but couldn't find it) I think I left it at home.
Officer: May I see the car's registration?
Raquel: Uh...I don't have it. This isn't my car; it's my friend's car.
(At this point, at least two other officers approach the car.)
Christina: (sees the officers, and is probably joking with the next statement) Uh oh, I think we better hide the drugs!
(The rest of the car tries to shush her, but it is too late. The officer's head turns so fast that it practically falls off.)
Officer: Miss, can you please pull over there? (indicates a parking space near the holding station)
(Raquel parks the car, while the rest of us shoot angry glares at Christina.)
Officer: I need all of you to exit the vehicle. Do not take anything with you.
(The four of us exit, and enter the holding area. Raquel takes out her cell phone, with the intent of telling the other cars that we've been detained.)
Officer: (curtly) Put the phone away. No phone calls.
We had no idea how this was going to turn out. How did this look to the border patrol: A non-American driving a "borrowed" car, with no registration card, and one of the passengers mentioned drugs? We sat and stewed for over a half-hour, as the officers searched the car. And I think the lot of us wanted to kick Christina for making the drug remark, though she said that she was "only joking". That is something you do NOT joke about!
Just when we thought that we were going to be held overnight or something, the officer came back and let us go. My first trip to Canada, and I almost got into major trouble with the border patrol...
I took a little side trip to Toronto after attending the Buffalo M&G. My conversation with the border patrol:
Officer: Where are you going?
Me: Toronto
Officer: How long will you be staying?
Me: Just overnight; I'm leaving first thing in the morning.
Officer: Claiming anything?
Me: Just my clothes (okay...I withheld some information, but I was NOT about to tell her about the swords I took for the M&G!)
Officer: Enjoy your trip.
My exit was equally uneventful:
Me: (handed officer my driver's license)
Officer: Where were you born?
Me: Philadelphia.
Officer: How long were you in Canada?
Me: Just overnight.
Officer: Heading home?
Me: Yes.
Officer: Okay. Have a nice trip.
If only *all* my encounters with the Canadian border patrol were this uneventful. However, that is not the case. The first time I visited Toronto, I went with a group of friends to attend a New Year's Eve party hosted by my old church. We had no problems getting into Canada, but had *some* problems leaving...
My friend Raquel was driving. For some reason I can't remember, she swapped cars with one of the other girls. So we were riding in another girl's car (not Raquel's), which will become important in this story. The dialogue went something like this:
Officer: May I see your ID?
Raquel: (hands over her driver's license)
Officer: Do you have a passport? (apparently, they sometimes check)
Raquel: I don't have an American passport; I'm a Jamaican citizen.
Officer: May I see your green card?
Raquel: (digs around but couldn't find it) I think I left it at home.
Officer: May I see the car's registration?
Raquel: Uh...I don't have it. This isn't my car; it's my friend's car.
(At this point, at least two other officers approach the car.)
Christina: (sees the officers, and is probably joking with the next statement) Uh oh, I think we better hide the drugs!
(The rest of the car tries to shush her, but it is too late. The officer's head turns so fast that it practically falls off.)
Officer: Miss, can you please pull over there? (indicates a parking space near the holding station)
(Raquel parks the car, while the rest of us shoot angry glares at Christina.)
Officer: I need all of you to exit the vehicle. Do not take anything with you.
(The four of us exit, and enter the holding area. Raquel takes out her cell phone, with the intent of telling the other cars that we've been detained.)
Officer: (curtly) Put the phone away. No phone calls.
We had no idea how this was going to turn out. How did this look to the border patrol: A non-American driving a "borrowed" car, with no registration card, and one of the passengers mentioned drugs? We sat and stewed for over a half-hour, as the officers searched the car. And I think the lot of us wanted to kick Christina for making the drug remark, though she said that she was "only joking". That is something you do NOT joke about!
Just when we thought that we were going to be held overnight or something, the officer came back and let us go. My first trip to Canada, and I almost got into major trouble with the border patrol...