Then I proceed to Canada. Now, other than that time I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, when for the first time I was stopped for inspection as I entered that great northern nation, I've had no trouble being allowed entrance to that country. Still, to forestall an issue, I determined to be faithfully honest to the Canadian officials as I crossed into their land.
"Anything coming into Canada which will stay in Canada?" the border guard asked as he took my identification.
"Well,' I answered honestly. 'I bought a bottle of whiskey at the duty free shop, to be given as a door prize."
"What size is it?" the guard queried.
"1.14 litres," I answered, being clear to use the Canadian inflection. But I thought, ah man, he's going to make me pay duty on it.
"What did you pay?" he asks. "Nineteen U.S.," I answer, thinking, you're kidding, you're going to make me pay duty on this?
Next he says, "What brand is it?"
I'm sure by now that he's going to make me pay the duty, and I'm thinking, Really? On a barely over a litre bottle? But I answer rightfully, "Forty Creek". It's a brand popular in Canada, which I knew, though I've yet to try it. But what can it matter? This guy's going to pull me over to pay the duty.
Instead, he begins to nod his head and then smile, as he hands me back my ID. "Good choice", he says. "Have a good time."
I hope whomever chose that bottle as his prize appreciates my anxiety.