No, this is not going to be my few cents about the problems with illegal immigrants in Arizona.
I am legal immigrant Canadian so complain about it and judging the situation would be just plain stupid improper.
I am going to tell you a story about a little snail. For the rest of the story we will refer to him as Rudolfo.
This story happened few days ago when Mr.Misery was trying to cross from Canada to USA in order to bring home a paycheck.
Put down the phone, Mr.Misery is not a drug trafficker unless produce is your drug of choice.
Anyway, Mr. Misery was ready to cross the Canada/USA border as he's been doing for last 6 months to pick up fresh Washington apples and drive them to Arizona/Mexican border in order for our Mexican friends enjoy the delicious fruit of the North.
Usually he crosses the border with an empty 53' reefer trailer. The border crossing is a small town border crossing and usually it's not a big deal and they know him there.
Not last week. Mr.Misery was pulled over for an inspection of his trailer.
Unfortunately, for Mr.Misery his trailer was piece of crap an older trailer not the trailer he usually hauls.
The border patrol person noticed a panel on the ceiling of the trailer which was the result of past repairs.
The team of border people proceeded to unscrew the panel and see what's behind it the roof.
Somehow in the process they made a discovery......they noticed Rudolfo taking a leisure stroll across the trailer. Silly, silly Rudolfo.
Next few minutes went something like this:
Border Patrol (BP): What is this?
Mr. Misery (MM): Rudolfo
BP: Where is he from? Where did you get him?
MM: I don't know.
BP: Is Rudolfo Canadian, American or Mexican?
MM: I don't know.
BP: You have to go inside and fill out a report.
MM: ????????????????????
BP: Since we don't know the origin of Rudolfo and he's not talking we have to call an identifier from the Coast.
Fast forward 3 hours later....
Rudolfo was detained for questioning and identification and Mr. Misery had to go on the road without his friend Rudolfo.
We tried to post bail and break him out, but Rudolfo was put in high security detainment center with no possibility of bail.
Last time Mr.Misery saw Rudolfo he was wearing little sombrero, eating apple pie and waving good bye with a hockey stick.
RUN, RUDOLFO RUN.......
Poor Rudolfo our thoughts are with you where ever you are.





































