So, yesterday, was a good day. Started out going to work to grab some items for the days adventures, grabbed a box of nitrile gloves and a pair or wire snips.
Drove back home, made Leah some coffee so she had a fresh cup waiting for her when she woke up, jumped back in the car, went down to kitsilano to pick up my cousins husband, Oliver. Drove back to home, picked up Leah, drove her to her work In surrey.
Oliver and I continued on our mission, we drove down to Pacific Border crossing. Where we waited in line for excessive 1.5 hours just to get to the border. Dealt with border guard, you know the one you get who isn't very friends at all, looks straight forward, doesn't look you in the eye, straight faced the whole time, asking you the same 5 questions... I get it, it's your job, but at least do it with a smile... Anyways, out of the border line up, past the kiosk, boom... America... Fuck yeah!
Drive down about a block and a half, picked up couch legs oliver ordered from online. Aparently you can get shit delivered to a warehouse and pick it up there. A way around people not wanting to ship to canada...
Back I'm the car, bought some gas for 4.25 a gallon american. Which after exchange rate comes to 1.25 a litre. Still better than the robbery that is 1.47 in vancouver... (Figure it out government... Once again, no brainer... I buy where it is affordable and canada isn't affordable) so back in th border line up back to canada. 45 minutes this time... Canadian Border Services Agent... Get to the kiosk... No welcome back to canada, no fuck all...
CBSA "how long were you gone?"
- "about an hour"
CBSA "what did you do?"
- "picked up a parcel, bought some gasoline"
CBSA "what was the parcel?"
Oliver "couch legs"
CBSA "what was the total value?"
Oliver "30.00"
CBSA "really?"
- "yup, we really like waiting in line..."
Didn't get a laugh or anything, just a blank look... Lighten up... It's just two Canadians going to America, fuck yeah!... for something to do...
CBSA "what do you both do for work?"
-"I. An Autoglass installer"
Oliver"I'm a wedding photographer"
Pretty straight forward right...
CBSA" what's in the trunk?"
- "I don't know... Nothing... Well... Actually a milk crate with a jug of oil, and eliminator from Canadian Tire and and a jug of washer fluid I think"
CBSA starts taking notes... What the fuck? Anyways, we were out of there pretty much after that. Maybe we seemed suspicious because we waiting in line for a total of 2.5 hours for couch legs and gasoline.
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