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Vasaris, the Fuzzy Dragon
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March 2014
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Vasaris, the Fuzzy Dragon [userpic]
...*giggle* *snort* *boggle*

I was called in on Saturday to do a pair of direct exports (no, I wasn't on call, but that's a whole 'nuther tale) for the fairly common reason of 'something else on the truck is not okay.'

So.... I typed them up, faxed them to Customs, and we're good to go, right?

Tonight I get a call:
Dept of Ag inspector: I've got two direct exports for you.

Me: ...oh, please, goddesses, gods, and random fish, no Okay. Entry numbers?

Dept of Ag inspector: Blarf and Bleurf

Me: *looks them up*
Me: *stares*
Me: Aren't those the same shipments...

Dept of Ag inspector: ...from Saturday?

At this point we both sound like we're holding off mild hysterics by sheer will. Turns out she'd been handed the final clean up of the mess I was called out to help sweep up.

But, the best part of it all... there's no way of knowing if there was anything objectionable on the truck... it was just so packed full of stuff, without pallets, crates, or whatever for the inpsectors to get in and look around.

I think that actually beats the guys who didn't know they had CDs instead toilet paper on their conveyance. Although the guy with the suspended license will take some serious effort to knock off the 'OMG, WTF, WHAAAAT?' list.

Current Mood: surprisedboggleated