I recall those days I golfed once with a customer and my boss, on the New York side of Niagara Falls. Back in the day when drinking and driving was so taboo. Anyway, after way too many pops, I was driving back across the border, rehearsing my answers for the Canadian border guard. I was very nervous as I approached the booth. The border guard was female. Very pretty but had a stern demeanor. She looked down at me and said, "How long have you been in the United States?". I answered, slightly slurring and my voice cracking like a 15 year old, "Canadian......". Shit...she asked the questions in the wrong order......lol. We made it across OK but I didn't live that once down for a long time.... My boss kept saying, when we were out, "Ask Bruce what nationality he is and listen to his voice crack...", ....lol.
