Back To Real Life

My mom and I piled into my Honda CR-V and made the hour-long trek to the small city right over the border.

Our shopping was completed in record time and we headed back toward the states. I handed over both of our passports to the border patrol and he looked them over. “So, where are you two from?”

“Bow and Sedro-Woolley.”

“Where have you been?” he asked pleasantly.

“We went to the Costco just over there,” I pointed.

“What does the Costco here have that you don’t have down there?” he asked quizzically.

“Hm… well… um…” I’m a firm believer in telling the truth. “Well, underwear, sir. Really nice ones. I like this certain brand and they don’t seem to carry it in the Costco back home… they used to. I don’t know why they don’t anymore. I usually like to come up every other year to–“

I swear he wanted to yell out, “Next! Get this Looney-Tune girl out of here…”