Originally Posted by iceman
I've told the story before, but not for a while, so some may have missed it: After getting our ID's "scanned" and having the car ripped apart, they finally let us cross. About a mile up the road we come to a crossroads and there are signs to different towns but none we'd heard of, and we didn't have a map.
So we turned around and went back to the border to ask for directions. When the guy came out of the booth I climbed out of the car and said, "I couldn't stand the guilty conscience, I came back to confess." You should have seen the look on the guy's face, it was fucking priceless.