Year 2007—Ezeiza Airport. Hand-luggage inspection before boarding.
Four people ahead of me in line. The first guy puts his man-bag through the X-ray machine. The immigration officer monitoring the screen frowns, shakes his head, and leans closer for a better look. He waves over another officer, pointing to something odd on the screen.
Within moments, the scene escalates. A half-dozen staff members gather around, some smirking while trying to maintain professional composure. They hand the bag back to the owner and ask him to open it.
The man, unfazed, complies. The officer reaches in and pulls out...a frozen chicken, wrapped neatly in a plastic bag.
"Damn," someone in the group quips. "We were planning to grill it on the plane. Sounded better than the in-flight meal!"
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