At the airport

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It’s not a good sign if they call you twenty minutes before boarding. It doesn’t get any better if they don’t tell you why, some armed security guides you to customs and you have to open your suitcase.

“What’s this? Are you Rambo?”
“This is a dive knife.”
“Ah, are you a diver?”
“Yes.” Pulled out a pile of C-Cards…

“Is this marijuana?”
“It’s cocoa.”
“Can you prove it?”
“Smell it!”
“Mmmh, OK.”

“This is what we have been looking for. What is this?”
“It’s a DVD-writer.”
“It looks like explosives. What do you need it for?”
“To write DVDs?!?!”
“It looks like explosives.”
“To me it looks like an external Plextor DVD writer.”
“Looks like a bomb. What do you need it for?”
“To write DVDs as I just told you… Listen guys, I have a bottle of nice Barcelo Imperial rum and some Mamajuana. Can’t you just get us some cups and we have a drink?”

Well, of course we didn’t have a drink but everybody started laughing and I passed this little extra check. You have to love the Dominican Republic 🙂

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