While watching the Summer Olympics, I recalled when I attended the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada! It was a wonderful trip, and perhaps an once lifetime experience too. I traveled with some friends and a man I had been dating for about six months.
The atmosphere as you walked around the Olympic Village was magical. You could stand on street corner and here multiple languages being spoken around you. Smiles and laughter were plenty. Standing next to the Olympic Cauldron was amazing. We strolled the village, enjoyed lunch, and next we were on a bus to see the Men’s Aerials Final. USA took home the Silver medal!
Soon enough the trip had come to end. We found ourselves at the Canadian / United States Border. We took my car, so I was in the driver’s seat. The Border Agent asked us for our identification. Next, he asked me a couple of easy questions. “Why were you in Canada?” “Where are you going now?” The he asked my date, seated in the passenger seat, an easy question. “What is the nature of your relationship to the driver?” I am thinking, we are home free. What happened next left me stunned.
My dated sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him. He was sucking in so much air. It was an odd noise, accompanied by an even odder look on his face. I looked at the Border Agent who repeated the question. “What is the nature of your relationship to the driver?” Now he was trying to say something, but only low guttural sounds came out of his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, I turned and looked at my date and said, “You can say: friend, girlfriend, or you can walk home.” He was still speechless. The Border Agent starts laughing and wished us a nice long ride home.
And a long ride home it was.
The Last Date 