Tryin’ to catch me ridin’ dirty…
Posted on October 20th, 2008
Filed under: General — Karl Olson @ 5:26 am
So, over the course of the past couple years now, I’ve probably crossed the US/Canada border atleast 20 or 30 times to visit my girlfriend, Danielle. Maybe even more. For most of that time, I’ve been unemployed and the Canadian border cops had absolutely no issue with that response. In fact, the majority of the time they just asked me who I was, where I was going and for how long, then waved me on through, and that was even before I’d gotten my passport.
Last night however, I was driving Danielle back up to Canada as I’ve done repeatedly before, and we get flagged in, have to wait a freakin’ hour at immigration, and I’m told I’m suddenly a risk to let in because I might not leave, and that the previous times I’d made the exact same journey didn’t count for anything. This fact is made extra ridiculous as earlier this year, I was still unemployed, I flew in on a ONE-WAY TICKET to Montreal, and no one said a single word about this being a problem. Eventually, after tearing through the contents of my car, they let me in. However, they only let me in for 24 hours, at which point I’d better have gotten back over the border or else they’d PUT A WARRANT OUT FOR MY ARREST. Further still, they’ve flagged my passport number so that the next time I drive up to visit my girlfriend, I’d better bring proof that I have “ties to the US that show that I’d return,” like mail that has come to the address on my driver’s license. So much for “as long you have your passport, it’s still easy to visit between countries.” Apparently you better present your papers and a bank statement or a bill or something if you’re unemployed.
Look, I know the US Economy’s taken a nose dive, so maybe they’re are some jerks who are going to try to sneak into the land of relative opportunity, but when someone has entered and left your country dozens of time in past year, it’s a pretty safe bet that when they say they’re going back home that evening, THEY’RE GOING HOME THAT EVENING.
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