About 6 years ago (wow, I am OLD), in front of the doors of the building located at 346 Clarksville Road in Princeton Junction, New Jersey (aka West Windsor-Plainsboro High School-South) we had to get our baggage looked through in order to make sure that none of us were bringing anything “suspicious” to DisneyWorld for our senior trip. Most people just brought clothes, maybe a swim suit, and normal bathroom accessories.
I was always slightly whacky. Not because I mean to be, but I am just plain and innocently, weird. Anyway, aside from the Playstation I brought (I just HAD to play Dance Dance Revolution with my best friends in Disney…it would be “epic”), I needed to bring some food as well. I was an athlete and, therefore, always hungry. But, what my young and kind Physics teacher found was, not chips nor MnM’s nor pretzels…things that you would usually find a 17-year-old American kid eating, but raisins and a big bag of spinach. Spinach. Yes. She looked at me and honestly was speechless. I mean, to anyone, a plastic Ziploc bag full of spinach (not baby spinach…real leafy spinach) would look like something else. Something illegal maybe. Although, knowing me, she knew it was a big bag of spinach.
I thought of this very instance today when going through customs at the border control between Chile and Argentina. They check your luggage, not through one of those metal-security-detector-things, but with dogs sniffing everything up and if there was anything that smelled suspicious, they would go through your luggage. I had everything normal…except for, apparently, my vanilla-smelling lotion. So, I was taken aside and they opened my luggage to find, well, just that (and clothes, swim suits, and mate). But, as I am standing there in front of this guy, just like I did years ago in front of Ms. Seeley, I started to laugh a little. Probably not a good idea in front of a federal official.
K bye.
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