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My wife and I took my stepdaughter to Windsor (Ontario) for LASIK. Afterwards, being it had been a long day already, we decided to stop at the local McDonald's for some unhealthy food with which to continue our journey home.
We crossed the Ambassador Bridge into Detroit, and pulled up to the border station. After handing over birth certificates and driver's licenses, we were asked if we were bringing anything back with us.
Me, being sometimes too literal, pointed to our bag o' Quarter Pounder meals and said "just lunch".
"Did you buy that in Canada?" was the question.
"Yes", was my reply.
This earned me the bright orange "look-everybody-I'm-busted-at-the-border" sticker on my windshield, and was told to pull into the parking area at the building where rubber gloves meet many an unwilling orifice. Upon our stopping, we were greeted by three agents who asked me to shut the vehicle off and pop my hood.
"But wait", said I (not quite bright enough to play along), "why are we here?"
The answer came back "you are bringing beef back from Canada, and that is not allowed."
Meanwhile, the person checking under the hood for the weapons of mass sirloin asked me for my keys, so that he could check my trunk.
Now, before I go further, let me say that my wife and I have no inherent disrespect for authority, but we DO have large problems with stupidity. When faced with both at once, it was a tough decision which to react to. My wife chose to react to the stupidity. When she was asked to surrender her Big Mac, she took a bite, chewed for a moment, and asked "may I just sit here and finish this?"
The answer was no. My wife swallowed her mouthful, took another, and asked around the special sauce "do you want me to spit this in the trash, too?"
The answer was a baleful glare from the border patrol officer, who held out a nice red biohazard bag for us to deposit our lunch into. My wife, not receiving a "no" to her question, spit the mouthful into the bag, took another bite, and then dropped her burger into the proffered bag. My stepdaughter and I, taking advantage of this little exchange, had stuffed our mouths so full that our cheeks had expanded. When the bag came around to our side of the car, we deposited the small bun remnants that were in our hands.
At this point, we were released to go, since no offending ground chuck was found in the trunk.
So thank your border patrol agents, for they foiled again a dangerous incursion of mad cow disease into our fair country. :patriot:
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