As I went through security today at the Montreal airport, the guy ahead of me was trying to import a lava lamp into the U.S. Which is absurd on at least two counts:
1. It is a sealed chamber containing an unidentified clear liquid. Which is exactly what every public service announcement and newscaster has been saying to avoid for months now.
2. Couldn’t you get a lava lamp, oh, I don’t know, OFF THE INTERNET? It’s not like he had to get one in Montreal.
At least they didn’t pay any attention to me.
yea, but our faculty clubs have recipriocal rights, woo hoo:)
http://www1.umn.edu/cclub/news.html
You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw our faculty club. The grad student union is way way cooler: http://cac.mcgill.ca/campus/Buildings/David_Thomson_House.html
I always found Thompson House kind of skanky, smelling of beer and stale cigarettes. But chacun à son goût I suppose. As per US Customs control at Dorval, being clean and friendly, good; lava lamps (or boxes of apples, which I saw once), not so much. Coming back in January, I was randomly singled out for a bag search, and as I walked down the carpeted hallway to the separate examination area, was rapidly followed by the agent who was assigned to search my bags, saying “hey, hey.” Um, OK. I was just following directions. Short-staffed? Whatev. The “search,” for what is was worth, was so cursory there must be some silly quota. Or maybe the agent in question had a hot date at Tim Horton’s with a chocolate donut. But these things seem so determined by the visuals of the suspect/person/traveler that perhaps I was just lucky enough not to fit a demographic, and just a random assignment of “search every 20th traveler.”