Originally posted by kirbic:
Originally posted by frisca:
Originally posted by Strikeslip:
I probably shared that anecdote here once before, but there it is again. |
Slippy, from that story I can see that whatever you are, you come by it honestly :) |
Haw, haw, haaaaw! It does 'splain a lot, doesn't it?
OK, here's my Canada-US border story:
Back in the mid-1990s I made a business trip to Canada. I did not have a passport at the time, and so I used my birth certificate (perfectly acceptable at the time, try it now... O.o). On my way back, I got to the Canadian customs agent, whose cheerios had evidently been pissed in vigorously at some earlier moment. I handed him the certificate, which he immediately held up in a manner such that I could not see the front side. He asked me several questions about the nature of my trip, whether I had any samples of value, yadda yadda yadda. Then, out of the blue, he stared at me intensely and barked "What is the attending physician's name on your birth certificate?" Just as fast as he'd spat out the question, I fired back "Baldigo." He gave me a disappointed look, shoved the document back at me and waved me on my way. Little did he know, the physician had been a family friend ;-)
ETA: I'm pretty sure i've told this story here before as well. |
Off topic, but I was once bartending and a guy hands me his birth certificate as proof of age. I told him he wasn't getting a drink. He got in my face waving it around saying the date showed he was legal. I told him the date was fine, but the description didn't match. If he was 7 lbs, 3 oz I'd give him a drink... |
