The always charming US Customs Guards at the American/Canadian Border (idea)
|I recently drove to Alaska - it was one of the most stunning and incredible experiences of my life. Coupled with personal problems I was having with my car companion/partner/SO/whatever, it made for a very emotionally charged trip. But the most amusing part of the journey was thanks to the US Customs Guards at the entry point to Alaska.|
See... Snack'ems was sitting on the dashboard. Snack'ems is a car lizard. He's a big, bright green, beautiful piece of fluff. Snack'ems has a personality - everyone can't help but talk to him. But try as we all might like to pretend, Snack'ems ain't real.
But the Customs guys certainly thought so...
Us: Native Life?
Them: Oh, wait, is that real?
Them: The lizard!
Us: Oh. No. That's our car lizard.
Them: (Their turn to be confused) Oh. Okay then.
...And we're waved through. But seriously: Native Life? What are they teaching Customs officials these days? It's not as if we left American en route to Vancouver and somehow made a pitstop in the Bahamas...?