Today’s forecast,
WINTER STORM!

Well..
at least we had a nice week of summer.

And today’s rant would be
Stereotypes.

You know Tracy works in the US,
and drives an hour and 15 everyday to get there.
Well, since it is snowing like the bombs in Baghdad,
I drove her to work, because that’s just how I am.

Since she gave birth to my son,
It would make me feel better knowing that she made it there safely.

Anyways,
So obviously, she gets to cross the US-Canada border twice everyday.
And what is it with border crossing that makes me so nervous?
I have no drugs, no ammunition or firearms.
I have no plans to cause trouble,
but it really does make me nervous.
Like dry mouth nervous, which makes my speech slurred,
and which makes them doubt me when they ask me questions.

Like:
When they ask me what my citizenship was,
I would say,

“Canadian.”

All good, right?

Then they ask me, What’s my purpose,
then I’d be like,

“Oh just to drive to the hospital where my lovely nurse here works.”

All fine, right?

Then they’d be like,
“Do you have anything to declare?”

(-note to self, “You suck” is not the proper answer.)

Then they’d be like,
“Where were you born?”

Then I say, “Philippines”.

“Philippines huh?
Would you please pull over to the side there sir and meet us inside.”

What the Faaaaa????

What did I do?

They asked Tracy what her citizenship was and she would say American,
End of Story.

But me, noooooo…
They had to check my status,
criminal records,
how long have I been here,
Age,
Who cuts my hair,
Shirt and shoe size,
Number of teeth,
Number of MP3’s downloaded,
Porn sites surfed,
TV program favorites,
Boxers or briefs.

What is up with that??

Okay, okay,
I don’t blame them for double checking because their country is at war,
like it was my fault.

Well, I usually go by the border quite easily and painlessly,
but today, I had to go inside for more questioning.

Tracy was irritated, but not me.
I am used to this.
Coming from a third world country has it’s little inconveniences.

You know what else,
If ever we were greeted by a young person,
about our age, at the border,
everything is cool.
I think they understand diversity better.

But today it was an old man who, from the start, looked at me funny,
while asking me questions.

Okay maybe it was my slurred speech, but that’s not the point.

He’s pretty old,
I mean, like,
– I was at the Korean and Vietnam war kinda old.
So maybe he was like,

“Asian huh?
I don’t trust these people to sit the right way on a toilet seat.”

Plus, Tracy and I are a couple, which probably drove him nuts.
We should have brought Tyler.
That would have brought out the best in him.

So he told me to park by the side and meet them inside.
Tsk tsk tsk, poor old man.
Must have been abducted and abused by an Asian army guy.

Okay okay,
kidding aside.
It’s quite sad isn’t it?
How everything in this world revolve around on how you look?

Now I see what Michael Jackson was thinking.

-UPDATE-
I just talked to my Mother on the phone, and told her this story,
She said,
Maybe because they think you’re an Asian with the SARS virus.

Phew. Now that totally puts a different perspective don’t it?
They are not being prejudiced.
They are just being careful.

So now the moral of the story would be,

If you see an Asian person.
They have SARS.