Leaving the house this evening, my daughter presented me with a daffodil from the garden, and I put it into my lapel. Little did I know that this would cause me to be sent through the "special line" at customs: the daffodil is an agricultural product.On the up-side the officers were uniformly good humored and enjoyable and basically waved me through (who can be cross with a man with a daffodil from his daughter?) so it was actually a positive in an otherwise normal drab transit of SeaTac.
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