A car with Mas sachusetts plates drove up to the Canadian
customs booth I was manning. When I asked the r his
name, he looked at me stry and asked, "How much?"
I repeated my question, and this time he answered. But when
I proceeded to question him further, he told me he just
wanted to pay the toll and go.
"You're not at a tollbooth, Sir," I patiently explained.
"This is Canadian customs."
The man paled. He had left Boston six hours earlier--headed
for New York City.
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Don't borrow sorrow from tomorrow!
r his 
y and asked, "How much?" 
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thats funny 
Marilyn
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