Only Me…Escorted by Customs!

I don’t know if it’s just me, but there are certain things that happen to me that makes me wonder if these types of things only happen to me.  So, my mom like this happened today…

I had a lunch meeting with a couple friends to go over some upcoming projects, and brought my dog Chase (he comes with me everywhere).  The area of town we met in has a lot of construction, and is right by the border to get to Canada.  So, after he meeting, I took Chase and headed on the freeway to get home.  As I’m driving on the Interstate ramp (I-75), I started seeing signs stating that I was about to enter the Bridge to Canada in the cars section.  So I hurry and swerve off that and wind up with all these 18-Wheeler, Semi Trucks.  I’m driving and trying to figure out how to get to the street and next thing you  know, I’m at the gate to enter Canada.  I explained to the man that I was simply trying to drive home and wound up over there some how.

He asked for my driver’s license and handed me a clipboard of paperwork.  I was happy to see that there were about 20 other people on this “turn around” list, so it made me not feel like such a ditz.  I filled out my paperwork and he gave me signs to put in my windshield.  He told me to drive to my right and wait there for a Customs person to escort me back to Detroit.  I immediately began to think about having my car searched, Customs thinking I was smuggling drugs through my puppy and taking him from me, etc…my brain went WAY off.  After about 45 mins of paperwork and Customs escorts, I was able to make it to the D!  I swear, stuff like this seems to only happen to me…