A nice gentleman (border guard) grilled me with questions for 15-20 minutes. When I told him of my final destination he asked me if I had yet realized that I am crazy. As the questioning went on and I told him what I did for a living we ended up having a great discussion about medical paradigms in the US and Canada. By the end of it we were exchanging email addresses! Yes, I made friends with a Canadian border guard.Thursday, May 28, 2009
Border Crossing. Let the profiling begin!
OK, so I thought that I went through the standard proceedure for passing through the border. After talking to a lady later that night (who was coincidentally from Crested Butte) I found out that, aside from having my car torn apart, I got to have the more deluxe experience.
A nice gentleman (border guard) grilled me with questions for 15-20 minutes. When I told him of my final destination he asked me if I had yet realized that I am crazy. As the questioning went on and I told him what I did for a living we ended up having a great discussion about medical paradigms in the US and Canada. By the end of it we were exchanging email addresses! Yes, I made friends with a Canadian border guard.
A nice gentleman (border guard) grilled me with questions for 15-20 minutes. When I told him of my final destination he asked me if I had yet realized that I am crazy. As the questioning went on and I told him what I did for a living we ended up having a great discussion about medical paradigms in the US and Canada. By the end of it we were exchanging email addresses! Yes, I made friends with a Canadian border guard.
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