[Forwarded from Mary L]
After an overnight flight to meet my father at his latest military
assignment, my mother wearily arrived at Rhein-Main Air Base in Germany,
with my eight siblings and me (all under age 11), in tow. Collecting our
many suitcases, the ten of us entered the cramped customs area. A young
customs official watched our entourage in disbelief. “Ma’am,” he said, “do
all these children and all this luggage belong to you?”
“Yes, sir,” my mother said with a sigh. “They’re all mine.”
The customs agent began his interrogation: “Ma’am, do you have any weapons,
contraband or illegal drugs in your possession?”
“Sir,” she calmly answered, “if I’d had any of those items, I would have
used them by now.”
The official allowed us to pass without opening a single suitcase.
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Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
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