“Are you traveling alone?” the Canadian customs agent asked me sternly. “No, I’m traveling with my son and daughter-in-law,” I answered, pointing to the young couple talking to a nearby agent.
Looking at my passport, he asked, “What brings you all the way from Arizona?”
At that point, I decided to play what I’ve come to think of as my “birthday card.”
“Well, it’s my birthday,” I said, “and I’m on a weekend trip to celebrate it.”
Another quick peek at my passport, and the agent smiled, “Otherwise known as Super Bowl weekend, right?” he asked, (wink, wink). “Happy Birthday,” he said, and waved me on.
It was an exchange typical of the responses I get when I take my annual February trip to celebrate my birthday. Through the years, I’ve discovered that the perks of being on the road for your birthday are plentiful. Here are a few of them: