Whenever we travel to Canada to visit my wife’s family, we always break some law or rule upon returning home.
We stock up on items that aren’t available in the U.S. and sneak them back over the border. It used to be a type of aspirin laced with codeine called 222s. We’re over that one. There isn’t enough codeine in them to relax a mouse.
My smuggling efforts are strictly focused on a Nestle candy bar called “Coffee Crisp.” I first encountered this sin-laden treat in 1975, when my then-fiancee and I drove up to Calgary to meet her family.