We bought tickets quite some time ago to attend a concert this summer in Seattle. It's kind of a big deal since we live in Vancouver, BC. I think this'll only be the second out-of-town concert we've attended, with the first being Dave Matthews about 10 years ago at the Gorge (awesome show, BTW!).
Perhaps the trip's been in the back of mind a bit too much since we've had to put in a fair amount of effort to book a hotel room below a somewhat less than stratospheric price level during the peak summer travel season. The stress may have prompted me to dream the other night about our potential border crossing experience. It began not with any sort of greeting, or even "Where are you headed?" or "Where do you live?" None of that. No sooner had my car stopped and I turned my head to address the border officer he blurted out, "So...what do you think of our president?"
Obviously I was completely taken aback. But at the same time my mind was weighing the options of thinking before I responded against letting too much time elapse before I said anything at all. There are pitfalls to both approaches. Do I tell him what I really think and, if he's a dyed-in-the-wool Republican he might easily refuse us access to the USA? Or do I try to placate him with what I think he wants to hear, which is a risk as well because I'd be lying to a border guard. I wouldn't want to test that theory as it might be linked to a substantially worse fate that a U-turn back to Canada (i.e., arrest).
In the end I did the next best thing...I woke up! Some help that was.
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