Canada is a different country, maybe not a foreign one per se, but a different country none the less. I add the question mark to the title because, on our road trip we didn't expect a trip the Maple Leaf Country.
On our last day on the road trip Babs offered to start the drive out and drive until we closer to our final destination. This was a'okay with me because my hands hurt that morning so I figured I'd pop some advil, take a nap and we'd be driving onwards through Ohio and PA and then NY in no time.
Wrong! Oh Austin (our GPS) what did you do?!?!?
I have no idea how many minutes our hours later it was but I felt a slightly panicked poking on my arm and then heard the words I never expected to hear "Hey Jen, are we supposed to b driving through Canada?!?!"
Um, NO!!!
Well, my type A, easily panicked self kicked into over drive. OMG! Canadian border, OMG, I don't know where my passport is, I wasn't expecting to need it on my drive across the US, OMG, I don't have any of the kitty's paperwork with me, can they even come across the border? What if they want to search my car??!?! Not because I have anything illegal in it, but it already took me 3 days to pack up all the boxes in it and then a whole day to pack the car so it all fit! WHAT DO WE DO?!?!?!
Luckily Babs was there to calm me down and remind me it would all be okay. I took a deep breath and realized that I did in fact know where my passport was (because apparently you need one to get in to Canada these days) and luckily it was in the cab of the car and not the trunk.
So we got into the country no problem. We stopped to get gas and this is where things got even more hairy. The gas station had some "glitch" in there system that caused an additional 100 dollars to be charged to my account. I have this habit of checking my account online on my blackberry pretty much after every purchase because I want to make sure all is well. Thank God I did this time because within 5 minutes of the "glitch" I was on the phone with the gas station and fighting with them because they claimed it was a bank error and they could not do anything about it.
So, I guess this was a lesson in sticking up for myself when I know something is wrong, and putting myself out there and getting thing taken care of. I went back into the gas station, and maybe it wasn't my most mature moment, but I basically gave the guy at the counter hell, called my bank and got the charge reversed because I was unemployed and moving cross country, and 100 bucks was not something I could even consider trying to part with for something that wasn't my fault or my purchase. So for the most part this situation was handled and was done. An hour later we were back on the road.
By this point I think both Babs and myself were tired and just done with the road trip, the US border and the remaining drive through NY could not come fast enough. But as tired as we were we continued to try and make the best of it.
Once I realized that we were going to be driving through Buffalo, and Babs had never had real New York Wings, and the Canadian/US border was only 1.5 miles from Anchor Bar (the original Buffalo Wing) I realized well if nothing else at least we could get great wings!
MMMM.... but first we had to get through the border!!
More on that in another post
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