On His Own Little Island

, | Working | November 9, 2015

(I’m returning from a dog show and driving a 28′ motor home filled with dogs. I’m on a highway next to the Salton Sea in southern CA when I approach a border patrol checkpoint. It should be noted that I’m white with straight blond hair and have blue eyes and am of northern European stock.)

Patrol Agent: “Buenos dias, senorita.” *and then continues in Spanish, which I do not understand*

Me: “Good afternoon, officer.”

(The officer looks me over, and tries to look into the RV.)

Patrol Agent: “Where are you coming from and going to?”

Me: “I was showing dogs in Mexicalli, and now I’m headed home.”

Patrol Agent: “Where were you born?”

Me: “I was born in Rhode Island.”

Patrol Agent: “What country is that?”

Me: *kind of give him a look* “…It’s one of the 48 contiguous states.”

Patrol Agent: “There’s 50 states in the United States!”

Me: “I said ‘contiguous.’”

(He looked at me confused, so I asked to see his supervising officer. Apparently a BORDER PATROL OFFICER had no idea that Rhode Island is a state!)

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