Kicked out of Canada when I was in my early twenties.
Picture it. 1998. Niagara Falls (the Canadian side). I was visiting western New York with my gf at the time. She was driving and we had three of her friends in the car with us.
She was speeding so a local cop flashed his lights and pulled us over. He made her step out of the car. Then he came over, stuck his head through the driver’s side window and chastised us all:
“You know how fast she was goin’? One of you needs to be the designated smart guy and tell her to slow down.”
Then his eyes focused on me in the backseat.
Cop: “Where are you from?”
Me: “Georgia.”
Cop: “Yeah well you just need to get back to the border and get outta here. We don’t need your kind here.”
Exactly.
He said to leave and I was all “Yes sir! Thank you, sir!”
🙂
(No, really. I was like let’s GTFO)