It's cold here. 39 degrees. I'm home. Need some work done on the van (front anti swaybar bushings and links, and some other minor stuff) but the place that's doing it can't get me int he building, so it has to be done old school outside. It's going to be in the 60s next week, tho.
The other day coming out of Los Indios I pulled into the Border Patrol Checkpoint. As I eased up to the Border Dood, another one was taking the dog sniffing around the van. No problem. Border Dood didn't ask me my country of citizenship, which I though was odd.
Border Dood - "Is anyone in the truck with you?"
Me - "No."
He paused for a second, looked back at K-9 Dood, and then turned to me and asked...
"What do you have in the back?"
Me - "I don't know."
Border Dood - "You don't know what you're carrying?"
Me - "It's stuff in boxes shrink wrapped to skids." I pulled out the BOL and said, "I can give you part numbers if you like."
Border Dood - "How do you know the boxes aren't full of drugs?"
Me, pointing towards the rear of the van - "Your dog told me that."
He busted out laughing and told me to have a nice day.