When it comes to selecting the right line to stand in I’m the wrong guy.
I always pick the slowest one.
In traffic. In the grocery store. Even at the self check-out. I’ll manage to trigger some booby trap which requires the attendant to come over and slap buttons.
International bridge crossings are no exception. When Meredith saw the wait at the Rainbow Bridge entering Canada was 26 minutes while the Lewiston-Queenston Bridge, also entering Canada, was zero minutes, we figured it was a no brainer. It’s only 5 minutes or so up the road. That’s if you can get to it. Which we couldn’t, initially. We drove under it. And then went down a hill. Then we looped around and went back up the hill. We eventually made it to the bridge where we sat in the slowest line for at least 26 minutes. And all of this was with GPS.
(Insert romantic getaway to Toronto here.)
Meredith was checking bridge crossing times again on our way back to the homeland. Initially the Peace Bridge was looking the best. That was before we stopped for lunch at that place where you pay for your sandwich after you eat it. By the time we hit the highway again the tides had turned and the Lewiston-Queenston was shining like a pearl at a mere 47 minutes American. We were flowing pretty steadily and had selected a lane to go through customs. It was the perfect lane to be in. You could see all the other lanes move while we sat still.
Yep, our lane just sat there. It was poetic.
And a good opportunity to exercise patience and appreciate the company we keep.
