I was once sent for a random customs check in Houston airport. I was stuck behind an African family who appeared to have brought the entire contents of their house with them - including what was in their fridge. There was meat, fish, cereal - all sorts. The customs lady took pity on me, took a cursory look in my bag and sent me through while they dealt with that shîtshow.Originally Posted by redgunamo
In the old days at Terminal 3, poorly iced and packed fish would often leave their bloody trail across the floor.
Simpler, more trusting times.
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