STATE YOUR CITIZENSHIP. YES, PLEASE!!

OK, so I hate to rag on my good cousin Walter, but I had to mention this story as a proper sendoff to our great Canadian roadtrip saga.

I can’t imagine anyone passes through borders without a heightened level of anxiety. Granted, if you are hiding something then you have all the more reason to be afraid, but with most cases you get a guilty-until-proven-innocent lookover and then you are on your way (that is if your stop didn’t include a pullover and vehicle inspection).

We exited Canada at Niagara Falls (picture above – enjoy it because I forgot my camera for the Maid of the Mist boat ride that day) and were asked plainly to state our citizenship. The first time I was ever asked this was by border patrol agents running a checkpoint just outside Marathon, Texas. It caught me of guard at the time, because of course I’m an American citizen and am used to more simple yes-and-no questions (Are you an American citzen?) in such procedures. I managed to blurt out “U.S.A.” that first time and while crossing Niagara, I stuttered “United States” after a second or two.

Walter wasn’t so lucky. He couldn’t clearly see or hear the agent from his spot in the passenger seat, so when motioned by the officer for an answer, he said “Yes!” “Yes…what?,” relayed the officer. “Yes, absolutely,” said Walter.

What begun was a frantically awkward 20-25 second back-and-forth exchange with me tucked in between the two. “Yes, absolutely I am,” said Walter again. “You are what?,” said the officer.

I chimed in with a “Walter, you have to say IT,” worried that if I said “U.S.A.” I’d be accused of coaching him. I suppose I could have said “Walter, you have to say the country you are a citizen of,” but as usual, being looked over by a border official raises anxieties naturally, and responding in the heat of such an awkward moment can’t be expected. So my suggestion didn’t help.

“Yes, I am a citizen,” Walter nearly shouted, a look of fear and upsetness now growing in his eyes. “No, you have to say IT,” I said again, clearly helping no one. Looking back, I’m surprised my frazzled cousin didn’t shout “IT!!” Finally the officer said, “You’re a citizen of where?,” which prompted my cousin to say “U.S.A., U.S.A., I’m a citizen of the U.S.A.”

“You kept saying Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes,” said the officer. “I’ve never seen Yes on a map.” (Of course, I took this as a challenge. Walter possibly could have been from Yes Bay in Ketchikan, Alaska – the only place officially named Yes that I could find – but alas you can’t be a citizen of Yes Bay).

This all prompted a relatively long search which included popping the trunk open. I’m sure the officer now saw us as a couple of knuckleheads, he even let out a slight sigh after the inspection turned up predictably empty and handed us back the passports, “OK, have a nice day.”

As for Walter – it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t hear the guy and expected, just as I do, to be greeted with a yes-or-no question. A lesson learned for future reference, be prepared to state your citizenship! And if there is a long lost nation of Yes, well then, good luck and godspeed…

One thought on “STATE YOUR CITIZENSHIP. YES, PLEASE!!

  1. I once drove home from visiting my sister in Calgary and for the first time was asked where I was born. I was used to the routine questions and my answers were routine, so it took me off-guard. I hesitated and replied, “Umm … Minnesota?” like I wasn’t sure of the answer. The agent’s response: “Please pull your vehicle over, ma’am.” Sigh.

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