In our efforts to be frugal, we have taken to carrying baking supplies with us. We particularly like Swedish pancakes for breakfast, and it's hard to buy flour and sugar in small quantities. So we have been carrying flour and sugar. (See below.) Also jam and a whisk.
We took a 16-hour overnight bus down to the near tip of Argentina. Periodically the bus would stop and the regional police would get on to check passports. Drug dogs sniffed the bus luggage compartment. During one of these stops, a police officer returned to the bus and said a lot of things in rapid Spanish. We ignored him, which usually works well for us. But he was persistent, and he seemed to be asking for the holder of a particular luggage tag.
Leah had the winning number! Unlike Bingo, this was not a great thing. Apparently the drug dog had taken a great interest in Leah's bag. While I admire these dogs greatly, I also raised a (failed) service dog, so I know they are 95 percent impressive working animal and 5 percent food-seeking moron. Leah was taken off the bus and escorted to a private room. Then they opened her bag and found the big bag of "cooking supplies." (I would have gotten off the bus to be more supportive, but I was in the middle of a very interesting podcast.)
Leah describes the officers as "dubious" as she said repeatedly, "Pancakes, pancakes." On the other hand, the whisk and jam really worked to her advantage. In the end, she was released, and we even got to keep the flour and sugar.
To be fair, the Argentine police were remarkably courteous, almost to the point of humor. As Leah was being escorted off the bus, the officer suggested she take a sweater because it was cold outside. Or maybe he just thought she was going to be spending a really long time in solitary confinement . . .
We took a 16-hour overnight bus down to the near tip of Argentina. Periodically the bus would stop and the regional police would get on to check passports. Drug dogs sniffed the bus luggage compartment. During one of these stops, a police officer returned to the bus and said a lot of things in rapid Spanish. We ignored him, which usually works well for us. But he was persistent, and he seemed to be asking for the holder of a particular luggage tag.
Leah had the winning number! Unlike Bingo, this was not a great thing. Apparently the drug dog had taken a great interest in Leah's bag. While I admire these dogs greatly, I also raised a (failed) service dog, so I know they are 95 percent impressive working animal and 5 percent food-seeking moron. Leah was taken off the bus and escorted to a private room. Then they opened her bag and found the big bag of "cooking supplies." (I would have gotten off the bus to be more supportive, but I was in the middle of a very interesting podcast.)
Leah describes the officers as "dubious" as she said repeatedly, "Pancakes, pancakes." On the other hand, the whisk and jam really worked to her advantage. In the end, she was released, and we even got to keep the flour and sugar.
To be fair, the Argentine police were remarkably courteous, almost to the point of humor. As Leah was being escorted off the bus, the officer suggested she take a sweater because it was cold outside. Or maybe he just thought she was going to be spending a really long time in solitary confinement . . .
lily probably knows the difference between cocaine and flour...
ReplyDeletespeaking of podcasts, i heard eric posner on freakenomics and thought of charlie--maybe we were listening to the same show... and just yesterday i saw a copy of naked money down at the canaan library.
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While they were emptying out every pocket of my backpack, that lab just sat there with his tail wagging and a grin on his face!
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