At Customs in Vancouver, doing Canadian customs, which is pretty easy usually, since we’re citzens, and I step up to the wicket:
Customs Dude: (Looks at my passport) Welcome home. How are you?
Me: Very well thanks, you?
CD: Great. Where you coming from?
Me: My friends house in Scappoose. It’s near Portland.
CD: How do you know your friend?
Me: We met at a knittting conference.
At this point, the gentleman did an incredibly Canadian thing which is that he was totally and completely freaked out while simultaneously unable to demonstrate it due to a need to be unflappable in public.
CD: Knitting???? Okay…. What do you have to declare?
I go off, and he is very much happy to see me go, since there’s only so much a man can take in the odd department. Right then, Rachel H comes up right behind me, doing her very best impression of Princess Chipperpants.
CD: Hello, Welcome home. Where have you been?
Rachel: I was in Scappoose with her! (With this Rachel gestures at me and beams at him.)
CD: So… you’re a knitter too?
Rachel: You BET!
CD: So… what are you declaring? Some knitting or yarn thing?
Rachel: Oh yes. (Wide smile) Yarn!
CD: Any alcohol or tobacco?
Rachel (looking as pure as the driven snow) Nope!
CD: Off you go.
Then he turned and actually watched us walk.
One more flight to go.