Citizenship?


"Yes," said my friend.
"Canadian!" I called out from the passenger seat. Three of us were crossing the border to Buffalo, NY for some good old-fashioned tax free mallratting fun. At first, it seem preposterous to spend 5 hours at the mall, but truthfully, another hour or so wouldn't have hurt even though we had to keep in mind our 50 dollar tax free spending limit (Um...Yeah, we didn't spend over 50 dollars). On our way back up north, my friend and I had to bundle up (You know how cold it gets here in Toronto!), each of us had on 2-3 tops, and n number of Victoria's Secret underwear which consequently was paired with a skirt over the existing pair of shorts and in my case a pair of khaki pants. As uncomfortable as that may sound, it really wasn't that bad, our butts looked pretty good! haha.

Anyway, upon reaching the Canadian border, the officer asks, "Citizenship?"
"Yes," my friend replied.
"Canadian!" I called out again from the passenger seat. The officer asked the standard questions and let us go without checking our car! WOOT! Shortly after we were a safe distance from the border, I asked my friend why he kept answering "Yes" to citizenship, and truth be told, he didn't understand the question. =Þ