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fer christ sake its just Canada!
I live in Michigan here in the States and for us Michiganders crossing into canada is pretty common and easy, no passport required. Nearly everytime I go to Detroit I head over to windsor for a little a fun, the strip clubs there are the best! Well a few years ago I got an opportunity to head to Vancouver to train a customer on some software. I was elated, I ski and knew I would be able to tack a little ski trip to Whistler/Blackcomb at the end of my trip. Imagine my surprise when I arrived for my flight and was told soundly by the ticketing agent I would need either a passport or a birth certificate to get on the plane! I was pissed I told the bitch I had never needed anything more than my american drivers license to cross before [even after 911] and she promptly and loudly told me I had obviously never flown to Canada before [bitch]. I was flabbergasted the ticket made no mention of this and proceeded to bark at an array of officials bout how crap this was and how Canada was like the fucking 51st state which in no way helped my situation. So now i had to get my birth certificate [a call to folks who were an 1.5 hrs away and weren't sure where it was], make arraingments for another flight, as well as call my boss and the customer to explan what doushe I was. Northwest couldn't get me out there till the next day and the bastards made me change planes at every major airport west of chicago. The flight took forever! I was pissed, but once I got there the customers were really cool. they got me hammered everyday well before 5:00 quiting time and even got me pretty stoned . I was feeling pretty good untill the following occured. While i was out there my idiot government decided to invade Iraq, which was arguably worse for the Iraqis than it was for me. I was very concerned though, when on every canadian newscast I saw they were warnng people not to even attempt to cross over into the states without a passport, that Birth certificates were no longer being accepted by the american's as proof of citzenry. SHIT! Well, I was really drinking and smoking quite a bit too much cause I didn't realise all those Canadian newscasts were, you know, kinda targeted at Canadians? heheh- I guess i was suffering from being a bit too paranoid and an American.

Everything worked out in the end, I made it through customs back into the states, but more importantly was able to get to Whistler for a very edited ski trip, I was there literally 36 hours. Whilst there though, I hooked up with some blokes from Manchester working at a terrfic bar, and we in turn picked up some girls from seatle partying up there. It was one helluva evening, even managed to get pulled over by a Mountie with 11 people in my rental Ford explorer all of whom were wasted except the one married girl in the group whom was too goody goody to 'party' with the rest of us, I had told her to drive in some well timed lapse of insanity. I was shotgun and handed the Mountie all the info that avis had put in the glove box and promptly told him we were all drunk but the girl drivingwas indeed sober. He looked at the papers, then at us, and said with a big smile "Just checking you out, looks good, be safe!" We of course had been driving to get more product from the residence of the girls and the Brittons I was with and were on the way back to my hotel room. It was a fun evening.

Cheers!

I love canada
(Sun 5th Mar 2006, 10:20, More)