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A Two Second Favor

EDIT: Thanks guys! He won!

A real post is coming tonight, but in the meantime I have a small favor to ask.

My dad's best friend, Bobby, is a huge Texas Longhorns fan, and he built a giant bus to tailgate. The bus was originally inspired by the bus my friends and I owned, but blows ours away in every respect. It has wood floors, a huge deck with an electric roof, plasma TVs, and even a solar powered security system.

Stuck in Canadian Customs

I slept most of the flight from San Francisco to Vancouver. I was up until one thirty in the morning the night before, and had to wake up at five in order to get to the airport on time, so I was exhausted. Upon arriving in Vancouver I shuffled half-asleep to the customs station, which I had to go through even though I was only connecting through Vancouver, not stopping there.

The agent asks my name, where I'm going, all the usual stuff. I reply, giving short answers. I always give short answers in customs because first, I'm sort of offended at how they treat you as though you're some kind of criminal, and two, because I figure the agent just wants to hear a succint answer and get on with her day.