Highway 52 at Portal, North Dakota/North Portal, Saskatchewan border crossing. I was questioned by three US Customs officers who were sitting on fold up chairs eating freezies. Something to do with the heat. Dialogue went like this:
Customs officer (mouth full of freezie): Where you headed?
Customs officer: Where’d you come from?
CUSTOMS OFFICER: Buy anything?
ME: Can I have one of them freezies?
CUSTOMS OFFICER: NOPE
ME: Got any ice cream?
CUSTOMS OFFICER: Nope, but I got a pair of rubber gloves.
ME: Have a good day.