Traveling Through The Final Fur-long

, , , , , | Right | June 1, 2020

I am returning from my first international trip and am going through customs. Due to jet lag, insomnia, hunger, concerns about making my connecting flight, and being a generally anxious person, my brain is pretty much soup.

Customs Agent: “Anything to declare?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

I list off several small items. 

Me: “…and a coat.”

The customs agent points at the coat in my arms.

Customs Agent: “Is that the coat you bought?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

Customs Agent: “Is the fur real?”

I freeze momentarily as I try to process the question and spit out the result as-is.

Me: “Uh, I have no idea, but I paid €39 for it, so no, or I got a h*** of a deal.”

Thankfully, this was accepted as an answer, and I got through customs without delay.

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