today i went down to bellingham.
as i drove though the border heading south,
i honestly feared a cavity search if i had breathed incorrectly.
they opened doors, asked me ran.dom questions, glared some.
they had trouble closing my back hatch.
i'm guessing it has something to do with orange alert.
maybe they thought my polaroid had bomb stuff in it.
but then canada border killed me too..
'uh that'll be $800 in duty please'.
all for the successful quest of finding a fabulous pair of black pants.