Many of us run down to Sweetgrass, MT to pick up car parts, etc. Done it a few times now, never a problem. I used to live ten minutes from a border crossing and we used to do it all the time. Always declared everything at full value.
I had two pair of hockey gloves sent to Sweetgrass and went down to pick them up today (duty was $5, awesome!). I had a pleasant US border guard and we BS'd for a couple minutes as he was interested in my job and the clients I work with, while thirty cars sat behind me. Being a Canadian citizen, it's usually a good thing coming back through Canadian Customs. I declared my gloves and provided a receipt, pulled over and paid. Half way out to my car, a lady runs up to me and asks to see my keys. She says that she is going to search my vehicle. Fine, I let her know that if you touch anything, put it back in the right place and if you break anything, you will be held responsible, whether it be the Government of Canada or you personally. She tries to pull the "oh so while you were down in Sweetgrass for 15 minutes you had this and this installed as well" pointing to my grille and intake. Lucky I keep a copy of my receipts in the glove box for this exact reason. She looked rather dissapointed. She approaches and opens my door as if the car is going to blow up as soon as she gets near it. Putting on her black leather gloves, she inches closer and as soon as she pulls up the lever, off goes the alarm thanks to the spare set of keys in my pocket. At this point I was unable to turn the alarm off because I had no idea how,
And the process begins. Under the carpet, up and under the dash, pulled out my spare tire, removed the trunk carpeting, peeled away the rear deck, and pulled the belly pan down to see if I was hiding anything. Two and a half hours ... that is how long it took to rip my poor car apart and take some coffee breaks. If you have ever been searched before, you will know that once they are done, they are done ... you are left to put everything back where it belongs. I drove home with my license plate zip tied to my grille because the screws holding my license plate went missing - yes, she thought there was something hiding between the holder and the bumper. A good count of the change in my console was taken, and extensive notes written in regards to the damn grocery list I had in the ashtray along with a quarter for the shopping cart.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No sir, you are free to go."
"So, what do you think? Nice car?"
"Yes, much nicer than mine."
"Naturally."
And off I went, only to find the bra start flapping when I got up to speed as I forgot to re-connect some of the straps. Nothing fits like it did when I bought it and there is an added scratch from Mrs. StickUpHerAss' belt.
Was she doing her job? To an extent. Was it taken too far? Yes. Do I know this for a fact? Yes. My bosses Father has worked as a border services agent for 25+ years and happens to oversee appeals/reviews and employee accountability standards. One phone call later and I am all set to receive a small cheque to cover some replacement screws, touch up paint, plastic rivets, and 2.5 hours of pay at my current wage.
I guess a 21 year old punk kid can't work his ass off for a nice car and not be suspected of dealing drugs. Don't kid yourself, this is exactly what it comes down to.
I had to share - and I hope you all had a better day than myself![]()


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