...Never screw with customs.....
Been there, done that. I used to go to Canada regularly on snowmobile trips. We crossed at Sault St. Marie into Ontario Province and then drove north into the Provincial Frontier, north of Timmons, Ontario (Timmions is where Shanaya Twain is from) and no, that's not her real name....
One trip up, I didn't drive. One the guys I used to go with is an Engineer for Norfolk Southern Railroad, lives at home and makes 80 grand a year so he has lots of toys and he just had purchased a Cadillac SUV and we had the trailer with the sleds behind. We went through the American side, got to the Canadian side and the officer in the tool booth asked him for his license number...which he forgot. We wound up in the shed, all lined up in front of a stone faced customs agent, all our paperwork laid out in front of
her. Never screw with a stone faced female customs agent, they have no sense of humor, whatsoever.
Anyway, everyone checks out ok. I'm the last person. She looks at me and looks at my paperwork and then at the computer screen and off handedly asks me why I'm coming to Canada...Just to be a smart ass, I said to her...I'm coming to snowmobile... you think I'm smuggling something? Wrong answer. 4 hours later, after they went through the car, the sleds, our luggage, even our pockets and yes, a cavity search-
, they found nothing.
I forgot that I'm on the Interpol computer because of my wife's position with the Fed. Needless to say, the customs agents don't put anything back after they tear everything apart. I bought a lot of meals on that trip and I've learned to keep my mouth shut when crossing the border.
Canadian women are
hot. I love it when they talk French to me............