Cross-Border Shopping experience
Even with the unfavourable USD-CAD exchange rate I look upon a trip across the border as an outing. Entertainment even.
Load up on Raw Milk and other food items one can not obtain in BC. Cost not a factor. Fill up the gas tank and fuck you to The Turd’s Carbon Tax.
Arrived at the US Border at the usual time. Crickets.
Trader Joe’s parking lot was devoid of BC license plates. Parking was plentiful. First time ever.
Bellingham Co-op was the same. Was told Costco is the same. Likely 20% of their retail was Canadians at one time. Retail is overbuilt in this Border city.
GMG asked if business was down. “Yes, due to the evil Orange Hitler”. Well the clerk didn’t actually use those words but it was quite apparent coming from a Left Coast Stronghold. I was cautioned by GMG in advance not to trigger a meltdown for the poor lady.
Crossed back into Canuckistan as usual with no fuss. GMG has a two minute spiel of items we did not buy. That includes guns, ammo, cannabis, other drugs, knives, cleavers, no citrus, meat, other contraband but we just have $XXXX of approved groceries, (do you want to see them). The bored Border agent was glad to wave her through. “Get the Fuck out of here”, as GMG was only halfway through her list.
Stopped by my dealer to pick up my PM order that I ordered when the prices had dropped. They had a busy week.
Conclusion: US border towns are experiencing a huge drop in Canadians day-tripping
“Cheeseheads ” they coin us. Why can’t we have American cheese up here, American banks too, Canuck banks are allowed down there but commie Canada will not allow poor families the access to cheaper cheese and dairy products. When peeps tell me to not buy this and that now I definitely tell them to mind their own fucking business.
Was that poetic license or did the border guard actually use the F word?
That was Poetic License but I could tell he wanted to say that. Get rid of this annoyance.
Well Played GMG