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The Lighter Side of Customs
by M. J. Delaney
48 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); **** AVAILABLE NOW ****; catalogue #00-0265; ISBN 1-55212-596-3; US$11.50, C$12.95, EUR9.50, £6.50
Written by a retired customs officer, this is a collection of humourous encounters with Customs officials.
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About the BookThis book is about travellers who, in retrospect, saw their encounters with Customs as humourous. |
About the AuthorM. J. Delaney is a retired Customs officer. |
Sample Excerpts
Professor Gold (geologist) was doing field work in Quebec. In early September, his field party was joined by a solitary Canada goose who was obviously separated from his flock. They fed the goose and it became attached to them. When it was time for Professor Gold and his party to close the field camp and fly south, they did not know what to do about the goose. Professor Gold decided that since they were flying south by float plane, why not take the goose with them. They flew to Montreal with the goose. Professor Gold was driving his van further south to Pennsylvania and decided to take the goose with him. When he got to the United States border station, the Customs Inspector stated that he needed a certificate from a veterinarian, before the goose would be allowed across the border. Professor Gold's pleading about thousands of Canadian geese flying overhead across the border had no affect. The Customs Inspector stated that he needed a certificate for ANY goose going through his station. Professor Gold solved the standoff by throwing the goose into the air and driving across the border whereupon the goose rejoined Professor Gold. While they were at a rest stop (with the goose standing on a picnic table), they heard a flock of geese flying overhead. The goose took off, circled once and joined the flock. ***
One July day, we took the ferry across the Juan de Fuca to join my husband's brother and his wife who had arrived in Port Angeles. I was carrying a basket with a gift inside for our relatives. Much to our consternation, the security 'sniffer' dog zeroed in on my basket! We stood there...worried sick over what the Customs Officers would think...while the dog got more and more excited!!! The gift was a MEATLOAF! ***
A couple of decades ago, having married a lovely lady from Alberta, I decided to move permanently to Alberta. Being from the United States, I had to apple for permission to enter as a landed immigrant. Later, with the necessary papers in hand, my wife and I stopped at the Cardston Point of entry where I was interviewed at Canadian Customs by a most personable young man. He questioned me at considerable length to verify, I suppose, that I was the person described in the documents. Finally, he said I have one last important question to ask..."Since you are going to live in Alberta, have you practiced saying EH? ***
