A Canadian tourist found himself at the end of his vacation in the Frankfurt airport, tired from walking past the many sights and sleeping in strange beds, but sustained by his many new memories and the idea of arriving in his familiar home. He stopped and bought a lunch special at the airport deli. He wasn't really hungry, but it was certainly better than the prospect of airplane food and gave him something to do as he watched the planes take off and land and waited for the one that would be his. When the announcement came over the intercom, he quickly sucked down the last of his soda, tossed an uneaten apple into his handbag, and hurried off to the gate.
When he was on the airplane, just before landing, the steward handed him a customs declaration, which contained many questions, He looked over the form, and saw that much of it didn't apply to him. He quickly checked his answers on the fold-out table. No weapons. No drugs. No animals. No. No. No.
2006-12-13 13:48:42 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Education & Reference ➔ Homework Help
After landing at the Montreal airport, the man was furiously pulled out of line for a random baggage search. The customs agent was the epitome of a Canadian bureaucrat; his pudgy fat rolling overtop his government issued polyester pants. During the check the agent found the forgotten apple in his bag. The agent squinted through coke-bottle glasses, sniffling snot in the way only someone who had mired over regulations all of his life could.
“Sir, what is this?” the agent asked.
“An apple, I guess,” the Canadian replied. The traveler envisioned the agent's air quotes in his mind.
“You have declared on your card no fruit!”
”I'm sorry, I must have forgotten I placed it there.”
“You forgot?” he said with a mocking voice, “$ 400.00 then!”
“$ 400.00. For what?”
“$ 400.00 as a fine for a wrong declaration.”
“Sir, I told you before that I had forgotten it”
“Sorry, these are the rules”
2006-12-13 13:48:55 · update #1
Then the tourist wanted to sympathize: “Sir, we’ll make a deal, I’ll throw the apple in the
garbage and next time I’ll be more attentive”
“Sorry, you have to pay”
Then the tourist smiled. He ate the apple and asked the agent, “How would you prove to me that I ever had an apple?”
The agent was red, and understood that he made a vast deal over a problem that might end by a simple warning. Especially since the man had admitted and apologized multiple times that he had forgotten about the apple. Finally, to avoid looking stupid, the agent with a yellow smile let him go.
2006-12-13 13:49:25 · update #2
**thankx to everyone that helped me with it before
2006-12-13 13:49:48 · update #3
I would have preferred a different ending, such as:
"So you're going to burn me four hundred groans for stinking apple are you!" the traveler screamed hysterically. "How about if I burn you instead!"
The agent took an unconscious step back, staring blankly as the traveler began rifling his suitcase that was open on the counter. "It's the rules," he said hesitantly. "I'm just doing my job. Don't make me call security."
"Rules! I'll show you rules!" the man screamed as his fingers found the latch for the secret compartment in his suitcase. A fraction of a second later his hand closed on the cool steel of his small automatic pistol. "How's this for rules!" he screamed, his voice almost incoherent as he brought the pistol to bear on the customs officers ugly, smirking face. He screamed something else. but it was lost in the loud report of the pistol that came again and again.
Agent Fat-*** saw a blur of dark metal and then a flash, followed by the distant boom of thunder. He thought of lightning, and was suddenly a boy again, laying on the grass under the old elm trees, watching as the summer storms drifted across the plains south of his parents home in Calgary. The lightning flashed again, and then again, and the thunder boomed, but more distant now, just a memory really. "Forget it," he whispered, his voice lost in the incessant booming. "It's only an apple." It seemed very warm and humid, as was often the case when the summer storms came, and he closed his eyes, thinking he'd rest them for a minute. "It's just an apple," he tried to say again, but the words wouldn't come and instead, echoed down his mind into darkness.
2006-12-13 14:51:02 · answer #1 · answered by Kim 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Nice. But is there supposed to be a theme or did you just have to write a short story? But either way it looks good.
And to the lady up top. The story was short as he said it would be it won't even take a page up on a piece of paper.
2006-12-13 22:52:04 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
It has just a few grammatical mistakes but it's a good story.
2006-12-13 21:58:41 · answer #3 · answered by greylady 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
it is good. I think you will get a A+
2006-12-13 21:51:42 · answer #4 · answered by BENDER IS THE BOMB!!! (Fav show) 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
It's not that short. :)
2006-12-13 21:50:27 · answer #5 · answered by Taylor G 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
it seems pretty good...
2006-12-13 21:55:59 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋