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[10:01 AM EDT - It was shopping, shopping, shopping.]
Last weekend MJNL and I drove to Sarnia to visit her sister, and then into Michigan to do some shopping. Neither of us had anything we really needed, until we ended up picking up a fair number of clothes, and a new laundry sorter. (It has casters and an attached ironing board!) We put it together on Thursday night, and it was a little smaller than we had expected, and it was not quite level. Ah well, what do you expect from Target?
![[We had dinner at the Olive Garden.]](http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zZQS-obkG9o/TACFzeiRznI/AAAAAAAADG8/KOEA0OJq3ko/s144/DSC00048.JPG)
The weather was pretty hot and humid while we were down there. Other notables: When going through customs, we ended up picking the slowest line going across the border. If you see two lines, one line going to one booth and another line going to five booths, unless that one booth line is less than the length of the individual five booth lines plus one fifth of the shared lines, all else being equal, the shared line should be faster. Oh, and do not pick the line where the inspector actually inspects every vehicle. We were there for over an hour. A motorcycle that showed up in a different line afterward got through in about twenty minutes.
On the way back, we took the ferry. It was a great day for a drive, and the river air had a nice cooling effect. Too bad the ferry itself could only hold twelve cars. We also went into the Duty Free store to pick up some booze before heading across, but just as we were pulling out to get on the ferry, a convoy of three cars appeared and drove in between us and the other car, so we got stranded on this side until the next ferry came.
Saturday, May 29, 2010 at 15:32:32 (UTC)
Corollary of Murphy's Law: odds are the line you pick will *not* be the fastest.
--HKL
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