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Once I got tagged by telling them what I do for a living, I've been bothered by Canadian Customs ever since. Not US customs, Canadian. I've spent hours being searched and grilled. When I came back from Costa Rica the first words out of officer's mouths were "Were you making child porn in Costa Rica?".
My partner Fed-Ex's me Costa Rican coffee each month. Canadian Customs is nice enough to slit the bags open lengthwise, and then after pawing through them has the courtesty to slap an "inspected by customs" tape over the gash. I lose about half of the coffee shipment this way.
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