border guard

[cellio]

On the way up to Canada the line at the border was short, and I suspect the guards were bored. Here is, approximately, how our conversation went with a perky young guard:

Guard: Citizenship?
Dani: I'm Canadian, they're US.
Guard: Where are you going?
Dani: Toronto.
Guard: Why?
Dani: We're going up for my parents' anniversary party. [This is way more info than I would have given, BTW.]
Guard: Do you have reservations somewhere? [This is new...]
Dani: No, we're staying with family.
Guard: What, it's their anniversary and you're staying with them??
Dani: No, with my sister.
Guard: Ok. Bringing a gift?
Dani: No.
Guard: What, you're coming up for their anniversary party and you didn't even bring a gift???
Dani: My sister's taking care of it.
Guard: Ok, you can go.

Comments

[elletweedy.livejournal.com]

Now that's the kind of questions that really amuse me. I don't even remember the questions we got asked the last time I was up there. I do remember that coming back they asked us our citizenship, but didn't ask for any ID. The theory was that anyone claiming to be from Pittsburgh really must be. :)

[cellio]

Coming back, they asked the usual stuff, wanted to see Dani's green card (but nothing from my father and me), and asked how everyone in the car was related. (That last was a new one on me. I wonder what they do if you're just a group of friends?)

[chite.livejournal.com]

Last time I went, it went something like this:

Guard: What's the purpose of your visit?
my dad: We're going to gamble at your lovely casino.
Guard: Anything else?
my dad: We might have lunch
Guard: Good. Spending money is good. Where do you live?
my dad: We all live in New York.
me: (squirming in back hoping they don't ask for ID)
Guard: OK, have fun. Don't lose too much. haha.

me: Dad, I live in Virginia
my dad: oh yeah, heh. funny.