My problem is that I’m usually so irritable, they figure I must really be nervous. If I’m nervous, I must be hiding something. Whoops. Then I’m detained as the agents go through my bags. That makes me more irritable.
Getting past customs has often been a problem for me because I tend to like organic stuff that thrills me. A bunch of dried culinary herbs from the south of France. Chestnut leaves from a tree in Périgord Noir. An olive branch with leaves and olives still attached from the Tunisian island of Djerba. Some capers and caperberries snapped off a bush on an Aeolian island. All of that stuff winds up in my toilet kit. And I forget about it. Until I reach custom
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