thebitterguy

So, yeah. Snra. Bitter (now available at senexmacdonald) has a friend who lives in the states but prefers figure skating with Canadian commentary.

Don't ask me why. I don't know WHY.

Anyway, the way she gets her Canadian Commentary is a process that involves Snra. taping skating for a year, putting them all in boxes, and mailing them to her. Generally, she prefers to do this via mail.

So, what she discovered was that it's cheaper to mail it from LEU than from locally. So YHB would be required to ship them over the border for consuming.

The previous year to our tale, 2002, I got to mail them beside the post box (because the post box was TOO SMALL TO HOLD THE BOX) with $10 in US postage because we had no scale.

Last year, mr_weasel, eyebeams and I drove down, all pimp styles (go here for more tales of the trip).

As we crossed the border, we had a jovial border guard (jovial ="no anal cavity searches were requested) who looked into the car, checked our documents, and perused us half considering how easy a Canadian passport was to fake, and wether I looked enough like Osama Bin Laden with a clumsy shave job to justify waking the judge.

Anyway, at the end he requests cracking open the trunk.

In said trunk were some luggage, a case of beer, and a big cardboard box.

The guard, being a stalwart defender of liberty & homeland security, picks up the box marked "fragile" and gives it a good shake.

"What's in this?" he inquires.

And at that point, that's when it happened. The last, desperate shred of my masculinity fell to the ground, gave a short, sharp cough, and died.

"They're figure skating tapes. My wife tapes them for a friend of hers and has me mail them to her."

The look that crossed his face was part pity and part disgust. He put the box down, closed the trunk, and waved us on. "Enjoy your stay."