Another trip to our wonderful neighbors to the North

As you may know, where I park my car is a little bit under 14 miles to the nearest border crossing with Canada. I have gone up there frequently to shop at Ikea and at the Huntingdon Costco (they stock different items than the US stores). I have also been buying the occasional scientific fetish piece from the British Columbia online surplus auction house. Bringing those back into the USA has proven "interesting" at times. (Here, here and here -- there have been other adventures but these weren't sufficiently traumatic to warrant a post of their own) Today, I went up with the specific intent of getting a couple more more of the cable management racks from Ikea and some bread and some candy from Costco that is not available in the USA. I drove up to the booth, told the agent that I was up for one day shopping at Ikea and Costco. She scanned my passport, looked at the screen and said: "Oh... It's you" and then handed me a slip of paper, kept my Passport and told me to park my truck. I went into the office and stood at the counter. Who should walk up to me but the guy who gave me the hard time for the fully automated blood culture and mycobacteria testing system. He proceeded to ask me if I was bringing in anything weird this time. I assured him that I was not and he asked for a description of what I was bringing in. He put my Passport down on the counter and told me that I was free to go.