To See a Girl

My passport never got stamped. And for that, I was a little annoyed. However, nothing could allay my good mood. Not even customs.

Border patrol at the airport in Vancouver, British Columbia were certainly interesting people, or maybe they were just interested people. Interested in me and anyone else who would happen upon their country.

Hello, what brings you to Canada, eh?
“I’m here to see a girl.” I was wearing a smile.

Oh? When’s the last time you saw her, eh?
“A couple years ago.” I held my smile strong.

How long have you known her, eh?
“Three years.” My smile got bigger.

How did the two of you meet?
“Thru my brother and some friends.”

What do you do for work?
“I’m in sales”

You travel a lot. How are you able to spend so much time traveling?
“I took a sabbatical for the last couple years.”

Enjoy your stay.

And with that, I walked away, past baggage claim, thru the sign marked “SORTIE” where border patrol gathered my declarations forms, and went outside. It was a bit chilly and grey. I could tell it had been raining quite a bit the past several days.

I wore that smile all the way outside, cos I was excited to see that girl again.

Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world it’s turning inside out Yeah!
I’m floating around in ecstasy
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
‘Cause I’m having a good time having a good time”
— Don’t Stop Me Now, by Queen

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