Bruce, when I left for Philadelphia in May of my age-out year, I was also held up at US Customs in Toronto because the guy couldn't believe we didn't get paid! My dad had to drive all the way back to the airport (about 30 miles) to pick me up and bring me home for the night. I then had to re-schedule a flight the next day. I remember calling Robbie Robertson, the legendary director, to tell him my predicament. For those who know, Robbie didn't suffer fools gladly and was livid!! I can still hear him yelling into the phone "You tell those ########s you're spendin' da summer with your Uncle Robbie and Aunt Charlotte and have 'em call me if they got problems with that!!!" I got through the next morning but it felt like The Great Escape.
Then, when we were crossing back into Canada for finals in August, the bus driver tells Canadian Customs that everyone was born in the US. The guy comes on the bus and starts moving down the aisle asking for ID's, but turned back before he gets to me. He probably got grossed out from the bus stench. I nearly soiled myself.