We landed in Buffalo on Thursday night around 11 or so. One of our bags was missing, and of course it had to be mine; it had all the girly stuff in it: curling iron, blowdryer, 3 types of hairspray, 15 different shades of brown eyeshadow, 4 brushes, 3 butterfly clips; 4 pairs of shoes and a partridge in a pear tree....for whatever reason, WE went to Buffalo, but my bag decided it wanted to go to Flint, MI. AirTran said the next flight coming from MI to Buffalo would be at 1pm Friday or so, and we could pick it up the next day. Mr. DJ said, "NOT!!" because the wedding rehearsal was at 6pm. So AirTran said that they would have to put it on another airline that flew into Toronto, and have a courier deliver it to our hotel. So, Friday morning we got up and started driving towards the border of the US/CANADA. I think I had like 40 pieces of identification for all of us, since my m-i-l managed to scare the heck outta me with her dire warnings of doom and gloom that I would NEVER get back to Orlando if I didn't have ENOUGH ID to prove I was a US Citizen. We got to the border patrol booths, and the Canadian Customs officer at our booth was huge! He was wearing sunglasses (it was raining, too) and a bulletproof vest...I swear he looked like "Rambo". Anyway...he said, "Where are you going and why?" Hubby told him that we were going to a family wedding. Oh wait....first let me tell you THIS: before we even got to the border, Mr. DJ addressed ALL of us, but he looked directly at me as he said: "Just keep your mouths shut and don't say BOO unless he tells you too. They are looking for terrorists and I don't want our underwear all over the road because we even SEEM suspicious."
ROFLOL!!!!! Okay. So after he asked us the first "set" of questions, he looked at ME and asked (although I didn't know who he was looking at when he asked this question) "How long are you staying?" I said, "Who? ME? or all of us?" He said, "I'm looking at you, arent' I?" and I said (quite innocently I might add because it was the truth), "Well..um...I didn't know, because I can't see your eyes through the sunglasses." Well, the boys were nearly hysterical anyway, and the answer I gave the customs guy upset them I guess, and they yelled: "MOM!! SHUT-UP!! DADDY TOLD US TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT IN CASE WE WERE TERRORISTS!!!!" At which point I started giggling hysterically and Mr. DJ didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he just figured that either way he was gonna be driving up to the inspection station anyway, ROFLOL....howEVER.....it appears that this guy had a sense of humor, too...because even he started laughing....he said, "JUST GO!"
Once we got into Canada, we stopped for lunch. Now, let me just say this: I would never wish to offend any Muslims that might post here. However, after stopping for lunch, then stopping for gas, then stopping at THE BEER STORE, it became increasingly apparant to me that maybe 80% of the population in and around Toronto consisted of Middle Eastern people. Even our hotel was being run by Middle Easterners and they were also having a HUGE convention for some Muslim group there. Finally I said to Mr. DJ, "Um..honey? Are you sure that the sign at the border said "Welcome to Canada" and not "Welcome to Afghanistan?" He said, "I was just gonna ask you the same question."
And that was only the first twelve hours of our trip north. *grins*
Great story Deej.
Good to see you were able to face down Rambo. (And without a grenade launcher, no less!)