Crossing the Border from Pennsic
By Master Hector of the Black Height
I asked the gentlemen a few questions and rapidly became convinced he was a Canadian who had been silly and left his ID at home. I asked him a couple more questions, including “Why were you in the United States?”
His reply: “I was visiting friends in Indiana.” Hmmm…
A few more questions, then I asked, “How long were you in Pennsylvania?” He was somewhat taken aback and responded “About five days.” A few more questions, and then “When did you arrive in Butler County?” He was even more taken aback, and replied “Er, last Wednesday.”
A couple more questions, then I pointed directly at the Pennsic medallion and asked “What’s the number on that?” He looked down and read off “2,709” (or whatever).
I looked off into space for a minute, mumbled “2,709, last Wednesday, five days in Pennsylvania…” and then looked at the gentleman and said “That’s about right. You may go.”
The gentlemen went off to get his luggage without a word. To the best of my recollection I never saw him again. If he ever reads this, I owe him a drink for giving me a story I’ve dined out on for several years now. If not, there’s one poor soul out there who knows the Canadian Government knows absolutely EVERYTHING about him.