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
14:47:05
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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,” He said it with the matter-of-fact tone, as if she was telling nothing more important than "stand in that line over there."
2006-12-13
14:47:25 ·
update #1
“Sir, I told you before that I had forgotten it”
“Sorry, these are the rules.”
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 turned a bright 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
14:47:52 ·
update #2