As we pulled up to the Customs House, we knew we were in for trouble because the Stop Sign didn't say stop, but rather, "Arret." We were third in line, and had to wait for a while before we saw the customs official. When we finally got to the window, the customs official greeted us and welcomed us to the border (in French, of course) and then proceeded to ask us a truck-load of questions very quickly:
"Where do you live?"
"Where are you going?"
"Why do I only have one ID and not three?"
"What is the purpose of your visit?"
"How long will you be in Montreal?"
"Are you carrying any alcohol, tobacco, or firearms?"
"Are you carrying anything you plan to leave in Montreal, gifts, presents, anything?"
"What is your sister doing in Montreal?"
"Oh, She's in School? What School?"
After the barrage of questions, he reassured us by saying, "You folks are in for some excitement tonight!" He handed us a slip and directed us to hand it to the officer we would pull up to, and that officer asked us to get out of the vehicle. As we stood off to the side and the border police scanned Nicole's Jeep for drugs, bombs, and other questionable items, Nicole started acting really shady. She kept making comments about how she was nervous, and Lindsey and I both asked her what she was talking about and what she had in the Jeep that was going to get us into trouble. Fortunately, they didn't find whatever Nicole was worried about, and we got back in the vehicle and made our way to Montreal.
3 comments:
What!!! I don't recall being that shady, or! being that nervous :). lol. I've just never had to get out of my car before - when crossing the border. I was under the assumption that the two of you were more nervous that me :)
who keeps bricks in their car???
i just wanna know.
Aw, this was a really quality post. In theory I' d like to write like this too - taking time and real effort to make a good article... but what can I say... I procrastinate alot and never seem to get something done.
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