--my furtive, illegal shot of being escorted back through Canadian customs and out of the building.
note little contraband green bag of oil paint in second officer's hand. This after a "Level 5" screening - me viewing the bag search remotely on a monitor: "It's a hit!" Sudden security everywhere!
"Can I tell you what I think it is?"
"We really don't want you to speak right now."
3 full body scans. Through US customs, Canadian customs, back through US customs, back through Canadian customs. Shoots and Ladders all of it. Gothic. ... Back to the start. This morning, back through US customs - after being made to wait 50 minutes for a security "talking to". In between: Drag ski bag full of skis and heavy canvas about three miles (along with other heavy tumbling bags hahaha) - at least here they are carrying the other bags. Jesus. It's oil paint! Fine to travel out of the states with but not out of Canada with apparently.
They were going to throw the 'suspicious material" (paints) away. But I got them to escort me out to the sidewalk where I could then find a way to ship them home. Did. Chaching. Had to spend the night at my expense in Calgary. Chaching. BofA froze my card after so much weird activity (much more: too dull to list)
Anyway.
Get me home!
I wanna come home!
