Two years ago we flew to New York.  When we headed for customs, there was a security guard watching over the two lines for citizens and visitors.  We walked immediately into the citizen line and the guard never said a word.  He didn’t talk to any of the other people either.

But suddenly a family came down the aisle and the guard woke up and shouted, “CANADIANS!  OVER THERE!” pointing to the visitors line.

How did he know?  I didn’t see any maple leaves on their clothes.  They weren’t drinking maple syrup.

I still wonder to this day what set him off.


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