Tomorrow I fly back to Ondine. I’ve been in Vancouver to see my Father who is gravely ill. But I’m not ready to write about that yet. The crew have asked me to bring a variety of goodies back from Canada, through the US, via Dallas, Tampa and Puerto Rico to Dominica. And as I pack them, I realize that with tightened security, I’M GOING TO BE ARRESTED.
Take a look and let me know what you think. It all starts off innocently enough. I mean chocolate? That’s not so bad? Right? But I have about 40 bars of the stuff and I worry what that’s going to look like on the X-Ray.
Then there’s the Lara bars. Same issue as the chocolate. Only twice as many. They look like little bars of C4 to me. Or at least they will on the X-Ray machine.
Then there’s the four bags of almonds like this one.
Personally, I think they look like bullets…
What about the clippers?
Look forward to the next big YouTube event when Emma-Kate and I shave off all our hair. (It’s true, it’s coming.) But in the mean time, there are sizzors and blades in this package….
The tins of chocolate spread and coffee are not good in these days where a tube of toothpaste is confiscated.
The French Press? OK. Maybe I’m getting paranoid and I’ve seen too many James Bond Movies, but to me it looks like a detonnator.
And no matter what you think of the above, these two ultra-sharp ceramic knives with their own sheathes just are no’t going to go down well in an airport.
Put it all together and this is what you get:
It’s been nice knowing you all. Please visit me when I go to “college”.
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