I stood in the small office on the border as the guard searched every inch of my luggage.
"You ever hear that joke about the guard on the docks?"
"Hmm?"
"Well, see, the guard was sure the worker was stealing. Every day, he rode out on a bicycle with a basket full of rubbish, but no matter how hard the guard looked, he never found anything in there."
"And?"
"The day the worker retired, as he left, he said, simply, 'I stole bicycles'."
The guard blinked, and began to search my car, this missing the drugs in my luggage, thankfully.
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