friday july 3

today i went to detroit with a few friends. as we neared the border during the drive there, my friend behind the wheel prepped himself for the questions the border attendant would be asking, refreshing his memory on our jobs, how we met, the hotel we were staying at, and so on. when we finally arrived at the border and pulled up to the booth, the first question the attendant asked was, unsurprisingly, "where are you heading?" also unsurprisingly, my friend froze, mumbling "uhh…" for a second or two before my friend in the passenger seat jumped in to say "detroit." luckily that was the toughest question we faced.