Cranky about Customs

For Thanksgiving Alyssa and I drove through Canada, as we've done in the past, because it's the fastest route to her parents' place in upstate NY. Everything went smooth as butter until re-entry near Detroit.

We waited in line for an HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES!!!

Oh well. I'd be really angry if it weren't for the overwhelming sense of security I now have knowing that customs agents all across our nation's borders ask questions like the following: "Where are you coming from? Where are you going? How long have you been in Canada? Did you buy anything there? Any stops?"

I waited an hour and a half for that. We all did! Thousands upon thousands of people. The ONLY thing this process enables is racial profiling. The agent can look at you, and if you look Arab or otherwise suspect, s/he can search your vehicle.

Downright friggin' senseless.