I crossed into Canada two years ago - in my Canadian friend’s car, as his guest - showed my US pp - and the bitch at the border asked us to justify how we knew each other - and asked me if I had ever been arrested. When I said, “no”, she said -very aggressively - “not even when you were younger?” Again, I said no.
I have been traveling out of the US since early childhood, and that was the most gratitously unpleasant border crossing I’ve ever had - except for Bulgaria in communist days.
They used to be nicer...
a couple of years ago a dark faced foreign guy with an accent (not French) asked me personal questions...
I asked him why he was asking me questions I didnt think pertained to crossing into Canada...and that I could not answer him..
The jerk bully informed me that this was “his” country and he could stop me from coming into “his” country..that he got to decide..
He was obviously a new immigrant to Canada and appeared to hate Americans...or something..
I bit my tongue to avoid telling him that my Loyalist ancestors had founded “his” country so it was more mine than his...
What he was demanding was illegal and he knew it...
He was just a TSA wannabe...
I cried though when I got to the other side of the Rainbow Bridge..
I always enjoy going into Canada but that took away much of the fun for me...
However the US border guards coming back were polite and nice as usual...
But the 2 times Ive gone to Canada again since then Ive been nervous...
I have a funny border story that happened MANY years ago.
I was working in NYC at the time, and drove to Montreal as my Grandmother was very sick. My Mother and Step-Father , from Boston were already there. When G’ma started to improve, I decided to go back to NYC and my Step-Father came with me as I was going to drop him off in Boston. My Mother stayed in Montreal.
Get the picture — Young woman with older man. His luggage AND mine in the trunk. Different names. We were detained quite a while as we were question by the border guard and he even called his supervisor to talk with us. I explained why we were together, and it never dawned on me what they were thinking until we drove away. I looked back at them and they were standing in the lane with their hands on their waists, as tho perplexed. Then — it dawned on innocent me! I laughed and said to DAD — they think we were weekending together!!
How times change. Nowadays it wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow!