Interrogation at the Canadian border:
Police Officer: What was your business here?
Jason: Visiting Niagara Falls.
Police Officer: How long did you stay?
Jason: Couple of hours.
Police Officer: What did you purchase in Canada?
Jason: A postcard and some candy.
Police Officer: Where did you come from?
Jason: Dunkirk.
Police: What?
Jason: Dunkirk.
Police: Oh. Where do you live?
Jason: Astoria.
Police: What's your relationship to each other?
Jason: We're married.
Police: When did you get married?
Jason: May 27th.
Police: So not that long. Where were you born?
Jason: New York.
Police: And you?
Me: Honolulu.
Police: What?
Me: Hawaii.
Police: Do you have your birth certificate on you?
And on, and on. The standstill traffic seemed to signify that everyone was getting sufficiently grilled. But still. What was the significance of asking when we got married? And why did he want to see my birth certificate? It's not like Hawaii's in a different fucking country or anything.
It made me grumpy. But Aaron's show was wonderful, and we rode the Maid of the Mist at Niagara Falls and got all misted. Then we bought a maple sugar lollipop. That was fun.
posted by Empress Girl @ 1:16 AM
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