In my previous post, I was talking about being harrassed for my passport right at the revolving gate at the walkthrough part of the border going to the US. This is before you enter the building with the metal detector.
What really pisses me off is that it's not like I am like the only 6'3" white guy there, but on each occasion, they pick me to ask if I have a passport, etc. This really pisses me off, being an ex-Marine, with semi-professional haircut and no tattoos (and being pretty old).
Yeah - I had a couple of drinks and sweated my ass off banging the chicas but I don't get why they always pick me to ask the question "Do you have a passport."
If the border patrol is so inept, why have a border at all?
I have sort of a funny story though - early 80's I'm in the Marines and we of course go down to Mexico to drink and monger.
Two of us take someone's van down there that has a whole bunch of construction shit in the back. We also take a bong and a piece of hash the size of a golfball. Being underage we drive down to Ensenada, bang some chicas, buy some liquor for the room (on base) and drive back.
Of course we get to the border and sent to secondary inspection. I'm sitting there with this big piece of hash in my hand (no longer golf ball size but about half as big). Here comes the dog - I make a command decision and swallow the hash.
Of course the agent finds everything, 10 bottles of Tequila and the bong. Takes us into the bathroom (I'm sweating bricks, any drugs at all in Marines and you are fucked - but this was before the piss test for Marijuana), says since we are underage, we have to pour the liquor out. We do so into the sink and this guy gives us the biggest break ever, he breaks the bong in the sink and lets us go. What a night that was.