While travelling from Canada to New York, our bus stopped at the Canadian border. As I was coming out of the washroom, two customs officers came up to me very suspiciously. One said, “What are you doing?”
Just a few minutes before that they had caught a man trying to smuggle a lady in under his car seat. So now they thought they were catching me.
But the other officer said, “He was on the bus.”
At that hour of the night they hadn’t expected so many people. Our crowded bus was disturbing their sleep.
— 15 September 1985