Nestor, eso te acaeci� (VIDE INFRA), sucedi�, pas�, por no haberme seguido enviando de esas propagandas de McDonalds, como la que me enviaste el a�o pasado... Ji!ji!ji!
 
Hablando en serio. Lo que le pas� a N�stor es �NADA! comparado con lo que nos corre pierna arriba.  Esto se va a poner color de hormiga mis chinitic@s. Mis recomendaciones para todos l@s  "Colombian-born US citizens" us�ase N�stor@s que pu'aqu� transiteciamos:
 
1.-    Hay que conseguir una copia (un segundo original) de la "SSAN Card" Mejor dicho, corran a hacer cola en la oficina local de la ''Social Security Administration.'' H�ganla laminar y c�rguenla en su carriel, junto a la navaja y las muelas de Santa Apolonia.
2.-    Hay que llenar una aplicaci�n para obtener una tarjetica llamada I-179 (Identification Card -- For the Use of Resident Citizen in the United States). Entre otras cositas dice, "This card is issued solely to identify the holder to a U.S. Immigration Officer." Mejor dicho, corran a hacer cola en la oficina local de ''Immigration and Naturalization Service, US Department of Justice.'' H�ganla laminar y c�rguenla en su carriel, junto a la navaja y las muelas de Santa Apolonia.
3.-    S�quen su pasaporte gringo ASAP. La aplicaci�n se puede obtener en las principales oficinas locales de Correo (U.S. Post Office) Tan pronto les llegue, h�gan una copia de la cubierta y primeras p�ginas. Gu�rden el original su caja fuerte (a menos que vayan a viajar al exterior) y c�rguen la copia en su carriel, junto a la navaja y las muelas de Santa Apolonia.
4.-    La licencia de manejar debe ser reciente. Si hay alguna diferencia entre la jetograj�a de la licencia y y la facha original y presente del ''suscrito ke manejece'' eso va establecer duda inmediata (posible falsificaci�n de la licencia de manejar). V�yanse bien afeitaditos y con corbata a hacerse tomar la jetograj�a (las se�oras guardan la leng�ita para que no les vean el aretico).
5.-    No les discutan absolutamente nada a los agentes de inmigraci�n. Cada respuesta que no les guste hace crecer, en progresi�n geom�trica, los puntos --malos-- en contra. Aunque uno tenga la raz�n, es mejor para la salud mental y f�sica no empujar las cosas, porque puedo uno acabar retenido por un par de d�as, mientras se dan cuenta de que la embarraron (Nanay de excusas).  Regla general es que no hay forma pr�ctica de demostrar que el agente de inmigraci�n le tir� a uno rayo. Mejor escribir despu�s una carta al Servicio de Inmigraci�n, quej�ndose (incluir apellido y n�mero de la placa del agente, sitio del incidente, d�a, hora, testigos con sus respectivas direcciones y descripci�n f�sica del agente.)
 
PANGosaurus2002=========;'';=
 
P.S. On 'cecon' thought, como decimos los kespiketiamoss tan gonitiko el Espanglkisch, mejor olv�dense de cargar la navaja en el carriel; mejor guarden una estampita de la sacrosanta v�scera, como dice doncarloself�sico, y por detr�s p�guenle una fotito del _residente Dubyah.
 
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----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, February 20, 2002 11:52 AM
Subject: Re: [GUAYABO] Crossing the border

I read this to Jack, and he said that he is not surprised because they stop
all pirates at the border....:-))))
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, February 15, 2002 1:04 PM
Subject: Crossing the border

Let me tell you about me going to Ensenada last weekend. 
I went down there because it was Mardi Gras or Carnaval and had a good time. 
Met with some Mexican friends of Chinese descendent(3 generation) and
the family treated us to great meal. 
 
The only bad thing happened at the border coming back
 
The Border inspector a female(blonde by choice) of Hispanic background
was very special too me! After asking 1 question to my girl friend, she turn
to me and just look down at me and I was thinking "well, I do not remember
dating her so why is she mad at me".  After a little while of this and she not
saying anything, I got tired of her looking at me as I was guilty of something, so
I look back at her, straight to her eye, because now I was thinking "What the
Heck, is going on here?".  She look back at me and then she backed off.  See,
originally I wanted to be very nice and mellow, because I know that this people
are doing a job, but when some one is giving me the evil eye I tend to give them
an even bigger 'EVIL EYE'. 
 
Border Lady: "Citizenship?"
Nestor: "USA"
Border Lady: "ID?"
I showed her my driver's license.  
Border Lady: "Where were you born?",
WOW since becoming a citizen and crossing the border so many times, including
my last time on September 20th of 2001, no one has ever asked about my birth place.
Nestor: "South America, a country known as Colombia!"
Border Lady: "Why did you become a USA citizen?" 
Nestor: " because I live in the USA". 
Border Lady: "That is not a good reason to become a citizen!"
Nestor: "I am sorry!" 
Border Lady: "Tell me about the process of becoming a USA citizen"
Nestor:  "I do not remember it was so long ago. What exactly do you want?"
Border Lady: "tell me something about becoming a USA citizen?"  
Nestor : " well, you go to downtown and take a test in the immigration building".
Border Lady: "Tell me more"
Nestor: "I do not remember, give some specific of what you want?" 
Border Lady: "How much you paid to become a US citizen?" 
Now, I knew the answer to this question...thank god!  
Nestor: "I paid $50 dollars in 1988" See, I became a US citizen in august of 1988. 
Border Lady: "That is the wrong answer"
I pause for a second.  I become sarcastic when somebody tell me that I  do
not know what I am talking about, when I do.  Is like somebody telling me I
do not know anything about computers or soccer!. 
Nestor: "I am sorry madam. but that is the only answer you are going to get from me,
             because that is what I paid in 1988"  
Border Lady: "Open trunk and step out of your car"
I did so and know I have a fake smile in my face, because I was wondering how in the
Heck this person tells me that I do know what I am talking about.  After checking the
bags on the back of the trunk I would point out each bag to her and asked "do you want
me to open this one or that one?. 
Border Lady: "close the trunk"
Nestor: "I have the wrong answer according to you, can you tell me what is the right
             answer according to you, because in 1988 I was working for a company named
             First Financial Management Corporation and my manager Ken Bond offer to have
             the company paid the $50, but he found out that the company did not allow for
             this type of expense"  I remember Bond use to say "Sand me your poor and
             hungry, but make sure that they have money to paid for their citizenship"...see Ken
             did not believe me when I told him that you have to pay to become a USA citizen,
             now a days it cost $250 to become one.
Back to the story
Border Lady: "That is the wrong answer, get back in the car"
Nestor: "can I have back my id"  
Border Lady: "get back in the car"
I got back in the car
Border Lady: "go"
Now I did not even look at her, but I was mad, that she said to me "Wrong answer" when ask
about how much I paid for the USA citizenship.  my girlfriend asked me to hurry and I decided
to move slow, then I turn and look at this lady and smile with a big fake grin.  
I was thinking..."Man, I have been a US citizen longer than she has been
a blonde" and one thing is to be border officer and another is to be rude.  I was about to tell her
that was the first test I failed in all my life.
 
I am tick off still about this lady's "audacity"(is that a word in English, in Spanish is "osadia"), of
telling me I was "wrong".  I guess I will not be going back to Mexico at until  April for the
rosarito-Ensenada bike ride.
 
Well, this was a MasterCard moment in the life of non USA born.
 
Hope everyone had a great Valentine's day.
 
Nestor :-)
 

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