Saturday, April 05, 2008
8:30AM and my daughter asks,
"Did you guys bring the wedding license?"
Some tears start to fall from her eyes. It's in the house.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay" says I.
So I hop in the car and fly north up I-5 across the border. I get to the house, grab the license, a coke, and run my electric razor over my face. Then I'm back in the car. I stop for gas and I'm flying south down Highway 99.
The line at the border going south is one hour long but I go down the NEXUS lane. I don't have a NEXUS card but I have my diplomatic passport.
I pull up to the booth and hand the inspector my passport.
"I'm a CBP Officer, I don't have a NEXUS card. My daughter is getting married at noon and we left the marriage license at home".
"Well you better go. You have to give her away" replies the inspector.
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