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Originally posted by Anne Elk
Years ago, a friend of mine went up to Quebec City for a long weekend with her boyfriend. On their return they complained about how the border crossing took them over an hour. I asked about traffic, Bruins/Canadians games, weather, the usual delays. No, they encountered none of those. There was no traffic, only a few cars at the crossing, no Bruins buses. They couldn't figure out why they got pulled over, asked inside and intterogated seperately. My next question - where did you cross? Jackman, Maine*. I laughed. An interracial couple in the middle of winter driving 8 hours through the wilds of Maine to an obscure border crossing used mostly by loggers, truckers, trip canoeists on the St. John, and smugglers nah, that wouldn't be suspicious.
They had no problems coming through St. Albans on the return.
*Jackman, ME where pre 9/11 they would wave you through if you had a canoe and an ash pole on the Suburban, carried your wangan in a packbasket, or sounded like a Bert and I recording.
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Obviously, I suspect your friend has been put on the terrorist watch list with that Peace Train guy. After all, Quebec is nothing more than an outpost for our oldest enemy, France, and I'm sure they consorted with our enemies there.
REMEMBER DEERFIELD! Fuck the French!
