Unfiltered Story #417569

I had stepped off the ferry on my way back from an interesting weekend in Amsterdam when I was pulled aside by a customs official who wanted to search my personal effects. This was a trifle concerning to me, as I had brought a little something with me that I was not allowed to have (on either side of the water).

She started unpacking my rucksack, and inspected the dirty clothes she found there very thoroughly and efficiently. Then she encountered a little leather pouch, in which was a package wrapped up in a silk scarf.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“That’s my tarot cards,” I replied.

She hurriedly packed everything away exactly as she had found it.

“Off you go, sir,” she said. And off I went.