So you've reached the end of your journey and are sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what happened to MeekSpeedy at the Detroit/Windsor border. Well let me tell you, it's not every day that well-traveled canadians like ourselves are subject to sniff dogs (as I understand it, it's random). After yours truly was called out and told to put her phone away, sparing you guys from an onslaught of my long-overdue useless posts, the dog was brought out, and to our surprise, it outed MeekSpeedy as a suspicious fellow! He was brought aside where the officer said, within earshot of all the Greyhound passengers, that the dog only detects narcotics and firearms. Oh no! MeekSpeedy waht r u doin
So while our blue hedgehog friend was being questioned, pat down, and having his belongings searched, the rest of us skipped on our merry way through customs, including myself, who had come back from the same tournament. I re-boarded the bus and sat there in anticipation, wondering what atrocities were being committed against our Yoshi's Island-loving pal.
After a long and tense wait, wondering if I should have stayed behind to vouch for our Sega superstar if needed, Meekspeedy re-boarded the bus. And then this happened: