Saturday, October 16, 2010

Costco Run

We cross the border into the USA every couple of weeks.

Passports:  It's the law

First we secure our needed passports, then we check out the web cam of the border crossing to see what the traffic is like, and finally, if  everything looks good, we proceed south for about 1 or 2 minutes.  We are fortunate to live very close to one of the Canadian / USA border crossings.
Passport photos never do anyone justice

We take our place in line and await our turn to cross.  The interaction with the border guard does not take too long.  As a seasoned border crosser, we go through a routine:  Remove sunglasses, roll down windows so that he can see into the vehicle, and answer all of his questions with complete short answers.  Oh, don't forget the eye contact.

Really it is never a problem.

Once waved on, we drive about 20 minutes until we arrive at our destination:
Costco USA

My daughter loves to assist me in a Costco run for one reason alone:
Many of the cashiers and stockers
... not to be confused with stalkers ...
are young men in their twenties.

Good looking young men in their twenties

I suppose that I should take comfort in the fact that my 'baby'
has all her toes and fingers
... and a complete set of raging hormones!

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