Something happened during the Canada trip that actually made me feel a little better about the attack on American civil liberties beefing up of U.S Security: we met a Border Patrol officer with a sense of humor. Rudder had a small mustache when I met him and up until he turned 30; he'd always said he wouldn't shave it off until at least that age, so when he turned 30 I reminded him of that statement and asked him to remove it at least for a little while, so I could see what his whole face looked like. He decided to keep it off (and in my opinion looks better without it, though he looks awfully good with a beard, even a half-grown one), but his passport photo still shows him with the 'stache.
Coming through the Edmonton airport we had to stop at the US Customs desk, where the officer had to check our passports. We talked a little about what we'd been doing; he told us he lives on the lake where the regatta was held. The guy took a look at Rudder's photo, and She-Hulk commented on the mustache in the old picture. The officer, said, "Oh, that's a real SuperTrooper mustache!". The he flinched, when he realized he probably wasn't supposed to make personal comments.
It was probably funnier due to our food- and sleep-deprivation at the time.
Today's gaffe: apparently I did do a fairly hard gym workout this morning. Getting dressed afterward I omitted an item of underclothing generally considered crucial. Oops. Fortunately,I'm wearing a lined shift whose outside is a sort of tweedy woven wool, and I still don't sag so the omission doesn't show at all. I've been trying not to go without any more, though, after noticing that without support I tend to be a little sore at the end of the day - after all, I don't want to become saggy either. Oops.
Posted by dichroic at August 2, 2005 01:32 PMI cannot imagine the freedom of forgetting my bra. Lucky you! ~LA
Posted by: LA at August 2, 2005 01:46 PMI go through the border at least three times a week because of my gym. A lot of the younger border guards work out at the same gym, so they see me there on their off hours.
It's kind of weird because I like to be social in my gym and get to know everyone at least a little, but since I have to deal with these guys on an official basis, I don't tease them or joke around with them in the same way I do with other folks at my gym.
One of the border guards is gay and quite openly out of the closet. One day when I came in to the gym wearing my SWISH tee (straight women in support of homos) he came up to me and struck up a conversation. Turns out he thought I was keeping him at arm's length because he was gay.
Man, but I miss the pre-Sept. 11 days when it was all so simple and Canadians were basically just waved across the border :(
Posted by: Marn, eh at August 2, 2005 02:01 PM