They get creative all the time. Just sell it, pocket the money, and have your fellow bureaucrat make certificate of destruction for half the proceeds.
I remember once I had a beautiful Japanese steel knife the size of my forearm in my luggage, and going into the central bus station in Jerusalem, they discovered it and confiscated it. But first I had to wait for a cop to come and then I had a choice, either consent to its destruction or go down to the police station and get grilled on why I had such a big knife. I argued and shmargued that it was in my luggage, that it was a wall decoration, that I had bigger knives in my kitchen, but those were the choices, so I consented to its destruction. As I was going through this nonsense, the x-ray machine workers were parading around with the sheathed knife, seeing how they looked with it. I went home. The knife is now decorating a bureaucrat’s wall, but officially it was destroyed.
How times have changed...I spoke to my old Navy Buddy the other night, and he remarked that when he went home after being discharged back in the late seventies, he brought a .22 rifle and a 25 lb. practice bomb home with him on the plane in his luggage!
“The knife is now decorating a bureaucrat’s wall, but officially it was destroyed.”
That’s disturbing. I really hate tiny men with a little power. As Mark Twain said, “No power gets exercised more vociferously than small power.”
And I can almost bet that these veggies were not destroyed. Someone is eating fresh produce