Saturday I was pulled over by the US Border patrol who proceeded to search my vehicle for over an hour and then detain me in their creepy building while doing so.
And all because the internal air compressor in my SUV got all fucked up, or something, and the rear end of my vehicle was sitting low.
Apparently I looked like a smuggler.
So to the lady at the booth who made me turn off my vehicle and took my passport to ensure I didn’t jump the border, and to the scrawny border patrol agent who questioned me for an hour and made me feel like a criminal…
FUCK YOU.
All I wanted was milk, cheese, eggs, and gas. What I got was a heart attack.
Yay me.
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