If a body cavity search meant I'd get back to the motherland an hour earlier, I'd even bring the gloves and flashlight to expedite the process. Frisk me, strip me, scan me, search me- I don't care. They keep me safe and I appreciate that. Really. When my bladder is topped off with an extra large Tim Horton's coffee, dear baby Jebus, that hour-long wait makes wish that Timmy Ho's coffee came with an optional catheter.
Thankfully, the officers are friendly and professional when you get to the window. When you're a little home sick, it's like being allowed into the pearly gates of heaven when you hear, "welcome back home, sir." The last trip through this border crossing was smooth sailing and the "gate keeper" even made me chuckle when he made a funny. Who knew these guys could sneak in a little humor?!