Many years ago I was returning from a visit to Amsterdam with some friends.
We all religiously went thru our clothing and luggage... just in case.... nobody wants to dance with customs after all.
We stroll to the counters and conduct our business as we pass thru customs. I peek over at my buddy... his face has lost all color... his eyes are wild with what appears to be fear.
We all meet on the other side and hear the tale....
He had a small chunk of hash compressed on the picture page of his passport!!!
The agent scraped the nugget into the trashcan, handed the passport back to him, and gave him the standard 'Have a nice day'.
Surreal.
This here makes me laugh, because I've gotten a ticket for crossing the road when the light was red. Any of you who have been to Amsterdam know of the stop lights that are for crosswalks. Polite...that may have cracked me up the most, just because of the English translation of polite(someone whose nice) haha