Who says I do?

It's the border that scares me most, down here in the city I can make phone calls to people that fix things, but not at the border. Besides the Mexicans, Uncle Sam's guys have determined that I fit "the profile". Not sure which profile, but my truck gets X-rayed every third trip South. It may have something to do with my snappy answers to stupid questions at the border habit, but none the less I am careful. I got caught with a 2" pocket knife once by the Mexicans going in (it's also a crime if they want it to be). They dragged me into a small room and emptied my wallet. All of it, close to a grand. I almost pissed down my leg, thank God I had cash on me, or I may have lost my truck, or worse.
And again we change topics and still continue to speak of rats...