Years, many years ago, Norma and I were at TAC when it was held at Brock U in St Catherine's, ON (anyone else remember the joys of laundry-cart racing up and down the dorm halls?). She was doing an exam course, and I was hanging around having a good time. She and her fellow-candidates ran out of ibuprofen, which was then prescription-only in Canada.
With nothing better to do (except dance or play the accordion), I made a border run of about 40 km one-way to Niagara Falls, NY, where I stopped at the nearest big-box drugstore and acquired about 1,000 ibuprofen pills for my suffering wife and friends.
Re-entering Canada, I was asked "Anything to declare?" and I blithely responded "No," feeling a little like a big-time drug smuggler.
I guess this was a question, in the end, of whether the good deed of helping alleviate bodily pain outweighed the bad deed of telling Canadian customs an out-and-out lie. At least that's how I rationalized it then.
And I'd do it over if I needed to.
Have a great weekend, with pain-free dancing, wherever you are.
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