The last time I crossed the San Ysidro-Tijuana border by car it involved maybe two or three minutes of backed-up traffic, and then the guard glanced at my passport and waved me right through. Five minutes total.
This time I’m walking across and so far I’ve been waiting in a slow-ass line (“extranjeros”) for nearly 25 minutes with at least another 10 or 15 to go . I arrived in San Diego at 9 am and I’m still stateside at 11 am. Why the harassment? Why punish the gringos?
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