Either be cliché, or don't, Canada, but stop messing with me

[kaitou]

Come hell or high water, I made it to Canada. I left a half hour early, and budgeted myself an hour for lunch. I still arrived at the sister company over two hours late. Apparently the border guards didn't like my letter of introduction very much. I managed to park in thew wrong spot for to go into the immigration/customs building and got chewed out. "Maybe you just park anywhere you feel like it in the States, but you're in Canada now." (really, he said that) And then I spent a couple of hours sitting in immigration. I got a very stern lecture about proper letters, and was thankfully sent on my way. I was really, really afraid that they would send me back. On the plus side I got a few more inches of scarf done. Yes, I knitted through the entire line.

The knitting didn't really do enough to calm me down, so it was awhile before I stopped for gas and lunch. Only to find out that Tim Hortons does not take Visa. And Visa is the only card I have, and I haven't managed to get to an ATM. Strawberry Shortcake Cookie, you will be mine someday.

At this point I was pretty late, so I just drove all the way to the plant. I had to get a little work done, because my boss left me things to do that needed to be done today, even though I wasn't there to do them. I made a token effort (about as much as I could do) and then went and got dinner.

I finally got to the hotel about 7:30, and I turned on the tv and it was....DUE SOUTH.

I go thunk now.

Comments

[flidgetjerome.livejournal.com]

AAAH, THAT EXPLAINS IT.

See, you were knitting. Obviously you're some kind of filthy hipster!

[kaitou1412.livejournal.com]

I didn't start knitting until after they pulled me over, dear.

[flidgetjerome.livejournal.com]

THUS CONFIRMING THEIR SUSPICIONS!!!

Seriously, look at yourself in the mirror! Look at your kick new haircut! It just screams "violent anti-globalisation protestor".