One his way back from a visit, going through customs in Hawaii, some piece of fruit was confiscated.
The Customs guy rubbed it in by saying "Ah, breakfast, tomorrow" as he took it.
I have half a mind to bake some cupcakes full of ExLax, put it in a jar they’d confiscate and watch what happens.
On flights into Hawaii, no food of any kind is allowed in. Not even an apple.
“The Customs guy rubbed it in by saying “Ah, breakfast, tomorrow” as he took it.”
That’s Hawaii for you. That socialistic state has incredibly corrupt politicians, and I’d bet this Customs guy took the fruit (and who knows what else?).
While living there, I heard that when a building is being constructed, the builder must “put out” extra materials — freebies for the inspectors, bureaucrats, etc., who come and pick it up during the night. Nobody objects; it’s just the cost of doing business.
People who issued marriage licenses had a cushy “job” there, considering the number of out-of-state weddings, the amount charged, and the minimal work involved. A “real” person couldn’t get that gig; only special people.
It was “The Sopranos” in muu-muus and lava-lavas.