Posts Tagged ‘canada’
At one point we were inching along through traffic with me carrying the bumper behind because it was still attached with the tail light wires. I felt like I was carrying the train of a very large bride. Echo jumped out of the RV and helped me tape the bumper back on long enough to get through customs.
An R/V’s back hangs really far out from the tires. When we changed lanes, the sharp turn nocked the back bumper into the retaining wall next to us. We were two cars away from the boarder crossing. Hilarity Ensues.
We got a jump in the parking lot and stalled at the loading dock. One of the security guys laughed at me when I asked if the battery would just re-charge itself if we drove it long enough. Took 3 hours to get a jump from a trucker and drove until we found a Canada Tire (small wall mart with auto shop). It was 5am and we were worried that if they couldn’t help us we’d be really stranded so we left the engine running when we went to sleep. It’s a diesel R/V. Once the shop opened the mechanic hooked it up to a monitor and said the battery was fine.
We left something on and the battery was dead when we went to get the RV at the end of the convention. The tow company sent over a tiny Honda to give us a jump. Or, as Canadians call it, a “boost”. None of the truckers at the loading dock wanted to help us and the security guys didn’t have any ideas about helping us until we pointed out that we could just go to bed in the RV, leaving it where it was stranded in the loading bay. They found a truck to boost us after that.
The banner behind me says “the Devil’s Debauchery”
oh, yeah, what Echo said. I had my birth certificate and Canada didn’t care and let us on in. The expediting passport company wouldn’t ship the passport to canada so we had it shipped to a friend of a friend in the US and they drove it up to Canada for us. I did a cartoon about that, but it’s going to be in the book.
I didn’t actually throw a beer bottle onto a hockey rink. I didn’t even make it to a hockey rink. But I did figure that the one way to get yourself kicked out of canada was to either deface Canadian beer or hockey.
I must admit that after spending about a week in Canada, the other side of the border looked a bit sketchy.
Someone in Canada told me a joke.
“How do you get a Canadian to apologize?”
“Step on his foot.”
Now, don’t go spoiling tomorrows comic for those who don’t know how you really piss off a Canadian. I cover that in tomorrows update.