Delayed at Canada’s Border

The grey drizzle matched our mood as my wife, Rusty, and I approached the unfamiliar blue signs of the Canada Border Services Agency. We had attempted to cross during Pandemic, but was denied. Our passports were ready, our answers practiced in our head: "Vacationing," "Staying for two weeks," "No, nothing to declare beyond personal belongings."

The border officer in the booth was young, with sharp eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. He scanned our passports, wanted to look at Rusty, and then typed something into his computer. He proceeded with questions and we gave the rehearsed answers. Then, a pause. Longer than usual.

"Just pull over into Lane 3 there, sir," he said, his tone neutral but firm, gesturing towards the secondary inspection building. "Someone will be with you shortly."

AAUGH!

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