TM 152 - Road Trip
Road Trip
I must confess that I, Fez, when learning of the city to which I would be traveling for the foreign exchange program, I was... disappointed. In my tiny homeland, we had never heard of a Wisconsin, let alone a Point Place. When I made my application to come to America and then patiently waited for the response (the other two applicants were a girl who dreamed of being a professional checkers player and, if I remember right, a very large and intelligent goat), I dreamed of living in New York City or Hollywood.
Later, I feared that there would be nothing exciting to do in Point Place, Wisconsin.
After the first couple of years, I realized that I had been right.
But, there was a whole other country I had not counted on.
The idea was simple: beer. It was cheaper in Canada, and as Canada was within the driving distance of Eric's car and we could all very easily enter and leave the country (even me), and since as usual, there was very little to do, we went.
It was an honest mistake. All I wanted to do was to make sure that my ID was someplace safe where I would not lose it. Is it really my fault that I did not remember that I had placed it in my shoe?
Oh. Oh, I see.
Then I suppose I owe apologies. I apologize for getting us stopped at the border on the way home and for the strange policemen in red marching band uniforms that questioned us and made us very, very late getting back. I apologize for the interrogations, and for how very stupid those two policemen were. And I apologize for making us all have to sing the Canadian national anthem. I am only glad that we have all been around so many times that Mister Red has watched hockey games.
But most of all, I apologize that they took away all of our beer.
So, when is the next trip?
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I must confess that I, Fez, when learning of the city to which I would be traveling for the foreign exchange program, I was... disappointed. In my tiny homeland, we had never heard of a Wisconsin, let alone a Point Place. When I made my application to come to America and then patiently waited for the response (the other two applicants were a girl who dreamed of being a professional checkers player and, if I remember right, a very large and intelligent goat), I dreamed of living in New York City or Hollywood.
Later, I feared that there would be nothing exciting to do in Point Place, Wisconsin.
After the first couple of years, I realized that I had been right.
But, there was a whole other country I had not counted on.
The idea was simple: beer. It was cheaper in Canada, and as Canada was within the driving distance of Eric's car and we could all very easily enter and leave the country (even me), and since as usual, there was very little to do, we went.
It was an honest mistake. All I wanted to do was to make sure that my ID was someplace safe where I would not lose it. Is it really my fault that I did not remember that I had placed it in my shoe?
Oh. Oh, I see.
Then I suppose I owe apologies. I apologize for getting us stopped at the border on the way home and for the strange policemen in red marching band uniforms that questioned us and made us very, very late getting back. I apologize for the interrogations, and for how very stupid those two policemen were. And I apologize for making us all have to sing the Canadian national anthem. I am only glad that we have all been around so many times that Mister Red has watched hockey games.
But most of all, I apologize that they took away all of our beer.
So, when is the next trip?
(335)