On my way back from the mines in Onterio CA, one of the mine bosses gave me two boxes at the Sudberry Airport. During my lay-over in Toronto , the Customs official asked if I received any gifts.
The thing is, I can't lie to anyone wearing a badge. (My wife will dress up like a female biker cop when she wants to bang the truth outa me!)
"Yes ma'am, I did...a few boxes of cigars."
"Sir, do you know what country of origin they are"?
"Yes ma'am, I do believe they are from Cuba".
"Sir, please take your bags through those double doors and have a seat. Someone will be right with you".
about 45 minutes later, a rather pretty Customs Agent asked me to bring her my bags.
"Sir, you do relize that you can't bring cigars from Cuba into the US".
"Yes, ma'am."
"Sir, we could do this one of two ways..."
"Ma'am, before we go any further, which way would be easiest for you?"
She looked at me with a smile as wide as the double doors I walked through, "Well, I must say no one has ever said that to me before. Normally you would be looking at about 45 minutes of more paper work and your name would get put on a list and a bunch of other paperwork I'd rather not do. The other option is for me and you to take a walk and you dispose of them. No muss, no fuss."
"Ma'am. I like the way you think."
"I know you would like me more if I let you keep them, but I can't do that."
"I understand ma'am and I am sorry to be putting you through this."
So here is the last I saw of my box of R& J's and Monty's. (I swear to God Tabs, Ed Hughes and Mark Wilson I was gonna share! Really!!!)
