Greetings from sunny Monterrey (Mexico, not California). I am here visiting family so if I have not returned email, I am not ignoring anyone. It's just that I access the Internet sporadically.
Having said that, I think that I disturbed one of the custom officers here.
You see, when our plane arrived we had to go through Customs as it is, well, customary. As luck would have it, when passing through Customs, a little red light popped up. As many of you know, in most countries in the world that means that you will be subjected to a random luggage search.
Before I go further, you must know first that I was carrying two suitcases. A small one with my personal effects, and a large one full of Christmas presents for the family. Those presents included two sets of flannel sheets which are rather bulky and took most of the luggage space.
"So," says the nice Customs officer. "Are you carrying any presents?"
"Yes," I say. "That whole suitcase is mostly presents."
"Any electronics or other items that you need to declare?"
"Nah," I say. "It is mostly clothing, some cosmetic sets, and a lot of flannel sheets."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
"Not at all," I say. "Go ahead"
The Customs Officer proceeds to unzip the luggage, and out pops a pair of panties.
"Is this also a present?" Says the Officer, picking up the rolled panties from the floor.
"No," I say. "That's my underwear. Can we put it back now?"
He blushes, tucks it back, and after checking that I am not bringing anything I shouldn't, he wishes me a merry Christmas and I we part ways.
I had totally forgotten that I had tucked some small pieces of underclothing between everything else. Apparently my underwear has exhibitionist tendencies, which includes performing acrobatics in front of random custom officers and members of the general public.
Next thing you know, my panties will be appearing in Oprah.
Sheesh! I can't take them anywhere!