Originally Posted by kelly
A friend and I drove to Toronto, from Cleveland. He's from Philly, and he has an aggressive personality just like I do. But he feels that he can just, bully/manipulate any conversation by talking faster than the person he's talking with. Well we crossed the border in Detroit, and the officer in the booth starts to ask questions. She's talking slowly, he's talking fast, but it was funny because the faster he talked, the slower her responses.
Border Patrol: So what are you guys gonna do in Canada?
Friend: Just visiting some friends.
BP: How long will you be in the country?
Friend: Oh we're going to be leaving this evening at about 8.
BP: ....Where are your friends?
Friend: in Toronto
BP: Well...it's 2pm now. Toronto is a 4hr drive from here....you know that, right?
Friend: Oh yeah, but we're just gonna go and say hi, and turn around.
BP: Where are you two from?
Friend: Atlanta, but we've come to Cleveland for a convention. And we decided to drive up to see our friends in Toronto.
BP: Cleveland is 6 hours away from here. So you drove 6 hrs from Cleveland, and you're going to drive another 4hrs from here to Toronto just to say "hi" and turn back around? Sir that's 20hrs of driving.
Friend: Yeah but we've never been to Toron...
BP: Right! I'm gonna need you to pull over to the right and wait for one of our Agents.
10 minutes later we were on a bench, 30 minutes after that they found Creatine powder, and thought it was coke, so we were in cuffs on the bench. 5 minutes after that, they found an empty 45. clip that his idiot ass forgot was in the car, so now we're on the ground, laying on our chests. An hour late, the K9 comes to search the car for drugs. Then, they Xray the steering wheel and the console and the dash and the tires and all the door panels for...drugs I guess? It was great fun.




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