I was stopped on the Canadian border last weekend and pulled over for a long interrogation (it's not the first time this has happened, so I'm used to it). But the border guard I had was an absolute loon. First, it was 40 degrees fahrenheit (around midnight) so when he asked me to turn off the car and step out, I nodded my head and did the next most logical thing. I rolled up my window before turning the car off. Rolling up my window infuriated him. He went on a tirade, just blasting me angrily about how rude I was, that my rudeness bordered on insolence. I just looked at him calmly, and then shrugged my shoulders. It went on and on like this for 5 minutes. I'm serious. 5 minutes of top of the lungs yelling. Luckily, I grew up in a household where my father pulled that stuff often, so I'm quite used to it. Unfortunately for the border guard, I think he got hoarse trying to antagonize me, and all the while he waited for an apology which was never forthcoming. He finally gave up, and so he guided me past a family of Seikhs into an interrogation room where a nicer woman border guard pulled up my file, asked me two questions, and sent me on my way.

I've had a much more interesting run-in than this one in the past but that one was probably my fault.