I see bags stashed along the trail often when I'm walking my dog. I'm sure these are robbery loot. Probably full of gold nuggets, or maybe drugs. Funny thing is, it's usually a while before anyone comes back for them...
You mean in addition to looking for dogs without leashes they were probably looking for the people who don't pick up their dog's poop too?
I kinda ruled out looking for a kid skipping school, a lost kid, a lost dog or someone with Alzheimer's because they would have probably asked if I had seen that. My guess is they were looking for someone who done did something not so nice. A "person of interest" in an "ongoing investigation".
Or a bag of money tossed while pursuing a bank robber from the bank right there.
I looked but didn't see a bag-o-cash anywhere. How long before the dye pack explodes in one of those?
*more
There'sore to that story they ain't telling ya
Speaking of cops...
WTF? after more than 20 years walking the dogs on the trails near my house, I had never seen a cop on them, ever. Until yesterday.
Yesterday I ran into 5 different cops at various points during 2+ hours of walking- all within 3 blocks of my house. I mentioned it to cops #3, 4 and 5. They just smiled and said it's a nice day for a walk. Yeah, but what about the 3 cruisers parked just off the trails with other cops in them? They're not walking.
The dogs were confused too. I usually let them run free for most of the walk but there's a leash law.
Wife is horrendous at replying to text or email. So bad I usually don't bother to text her. Her son in Wisconsin and best friend in NJ text me yesterday about it and asked if she was ok. I told her she's fine just sucks at replying. Said Id tell her to reach out, which I did around 5pm. Well around 1045pm a county cop knocks on the front door, dog goes nuts luckily. Wakes us up. I grab a gun and look out a window and see a charger pulling out of my driveway but someone at the door with a flashlight. Open the door expecting trouble and realize it's a cop. She immediately asked for wife by name so I calmed right down, dropped my gun to my side immediately. The friend called the town cops who go to sleep at 9pm (all 2 of them) and it got transferred to county.
WTF. How fucking dumb is she to call cops cause she didn't get a reply? I blocked her and wife's son who text me again this am about it with almost a threat if wife doesn't call him he's calling cops.... fuck'em both. They almost got a cop or myself shot.
my first trip to Canada was with my parents and 4 of my brothers and sisters, after the oldest sister had just gotten married. we stopped at a gas station for gas and a pee break. as we were leaving I saw my oldest brother out of the rear window. I asked if we were leaving him there lol. he probably would have preferred it, as he was up for the draft. he ended up going in the air force before having to go in the army.
"DID THEY FIND THE GUNS DADDY?!?"
that is hilarious, but probably not at the time
It added about 30 minutes to our stop while the wanted to see the "guns" in question.
My parents have laughed about it ever since.
"We would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids."
-VA's dad
And what kind of beating did @vab brother get later lol
@VA
That's hilarious. How long did it take for your parents to see it that way?
A secret isn't safe with little kids or spandex.
OMG lol
Having crossed the US-Canadian border hundreds of times, only once have we actually been "searched", and that was in 1982, when I was just 9.
We were coming back into Canada and Canadian customs went through EVERYTHING. We were there for hours. No idea why. But when we went to pack up, my then 6 year old brother wondered about the Frontierland flintlock souvenirs we bought, and shouted:
"DID THEY FIND THE GUNS DADDY?!?"
We were there a little while longer.
I've had my car searched at the US Canada border a couple of times when I was crossing by myself. One time I got detained for a couple of hours while the Canadian Customs guys gave me the stink eye.
With Mrs. 2much in the car we always breeze right through. Clearly I'm a suspicious character without her.
LOL
They sell Cuban cigars in Canada. I've never been through any kind of inspection at the US-Canadian border traveling in either direction. Some people know better than to declare there are Cuban cigars in the vehicle when crossing the border.
On a tangential note, about 50 feet from the Canada Border Services Station at a MN-Ontario border crossing is a Canadian cannabis shop. Recreational marijuana has been legal in Canada for some time, but until last year, illegal in MN. Absolutely illegal to import it into the US, but from their website...
"B--------d Cannabis is the perfect place for tourists to stock up on their favorite cannabis products before heading off..."
They offer a convenient call ahead service and will bring it to you right outside their door. Especially convenient as they're on the right side of the road when you're waiting in line to cross into the US.
US Customs: "Anything to declare?"
Flip: "Grandpa's stash."
US Customs: "Grandpa's Stash?"
Flip: "Yeah it's a sweet and spicy hybrid cross of Super Kunk, OG Kush, and Afghan Kush. It has a very calming effect, and it was on sale."
US Customs: "Oh. I wish you hadn't told me that. Get out of the car, sir."
Cannabis flower costs less in Canada than in MN- and it's in Canadian dollars which makes it cheaper yet.
"Don't say anything about my Cuban cigars when we get to customs"
we went to Jamaica with a female friend, who had bought some cuban cigars there for her husband. when we got back to Philadelphia the customs officer asked her is she had anything to declare. she told him she had cuban cigars, and he asked again, and again. finally she said "no" and he let her go with the cigars.
I hope E&B realize I was just joking with the "fly outta your butt" remark.
Some people misinterpret posts.
:-)
Coming back from Mexico one time we were packing; I told the wife "Don't say anything about my Cuban cigars when we get to customs". she asked me why and I explained they were illegal to bring back to the US due to the embargo from 1960 whatever. She started to shit gold bricks; I told her to chill. Fast forward to the airport in Cancun and before we went through security, she saw a big bottle of Mexican vanilla and bought it to give to a friend that does a lot of baking. she stuck in it one of the carry-on bags and we proceeded to go through security. When the Security agent pulled her carry on off the conveyer and asked if it was ok if she went through it my wife's eyes rolled into the back of her head, I could read her mind , "Oh my God.... we're going to prison in Mexico over his cigars....". The agent dug around and pulled my cigars out (that's when I thought the wife was going to faint) and then stuck them back in and then pulled out the bottle of vanilla, she looked at my wife and waved her finger at her and said, "uh uh uh, 3.5 ounces is all you can take on board" (it was a BIG bottle). I told her (as the wife was starting to convulse and choke) "that's ok, just chunk it in the trash" She could see my wife was about to pass out and how I was laughing about it and we smiled at each other, and she asked me if there was anything else to be worried about and I told her no ma'am. and she told us to have a sate flight. Once we got on the plane I very discreetly but firmly told my wife "don't say anything to the US customs agent about my stogies". We still laugh about it today....
"Lesson learned: dont take Gold Bond on a plane."
Try taking Anti Monkey Butt powder. It's available in a convenient travel size. When used regularly, you'll never have an issue with flying monkeys, especially the ones that fly outta your butt.
I once got pulled from the screening line entering the terminal at BWI because I had a bottle of Gold Bond powder in my carry-on. Yep had to test it for drugs etc. Lesson learned: dont take Gold Bond on a plane.
Bag got flagged a few months back in India and the lady proceeded to systematically go through EVERYTHING in the bag. She just rifled through until she got to the condoms and she slowly looked at them one by one. She then picked up and stretched a cock ring like a rubber band and suddenly noticed she was being observed by a few people. She dumped it in the bin and told me to go.
I was pulled to the side once because they found some kind of gadget in my carryon. they had no idea what it was and I had to explain to them that it was a luggage scale. my husband was waiting for me, while laughing, because he had stuck it in my carryon last minute before we went to the airport. let's just say that TSA in Phila. doesn't have very strict job qualifications for hiring.
