Hey Everyone
Belated Happy Birthday, Evan.
I got this e-mail from a friend of mine from our juggling club- perhaps of general interest. (I leave it as his text.)
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just a quick note to warn you about the perils
of travelling to australia.
after arriving in the country i approached the
baggage x-ray machine without a care in the
world. the customs officer manning it was a large
aussie fella and seemed similarly cheerful.
however, as my hand-luggage went through the
machine, sirens started to go off and there was
much mutual soiling of underwear as there
appeared to be a problem. the big guy, his face
stricken with panic, quickly called for back-up
while eyeing me suspiciously. after removing my
bag from the machine, with great care he opened
it. at which point it was obvious that his worst
fears had been realised. he reached inside my bag,
and took out ... JUGGLING BALLS! these are clearly
a leathal weapon in australia, and a major
terrorist threat. which is unfortunate, because he
happened to find nine of them. (thankfully he
didn't decide to do a full body cavity search to
see if i had anymore concealed about my person).
the customs officer lined up the offending articles
of circus-related paraphernalia and we exchanged
serious looks.
"it's okay sir," he said, "i'm just going to have to
cut one open."
"WHAT!?" i screamed indignantly, but there was little
i could do as he viciously slashed at and lacerated
one of my prized possesions in a manner reminiscent
of a blood-crazed serial killer (perhaps 'customs
officer' was merely his day job?). unfortunately he
discovered that it was full of a deadly substance,
known in australia as 'seeds'.
"crickey!" he exclaimed, and explained to me that if
i dropped one it could spilt open and destroy the
world. I pointed out that i wasn't that sort of
juggler, but my pleas of infallibility went unheard.
i even tried to persuade him to take me instead -
anything but my precious juggling balls - but to no
avail. he disposed of them without ceremony, and
inside a small part of me died.
still, in retrospect, it's probably a good thing that
i decided against buying those telescopic metal
nunchucks i saw in bangkok.
and so, to conclude, the moral of the story is: don't
take juggling balls (beanbags that is) to australia
because they will most likely be confiscated and
destroyed. in fact, it probably would have been easier
just to say that in the first place rather than give
you a few hundred words of waffle. erm ... sorry.
stay safe,
2bags
__________________________________________________ _____
Belated Happy Birthday, Evan.
I got this e-mail from a friend of mine from our juggling club- perhaps of general interest. (I leave it as his text.)
__________________________________________________ _____________
just a quick note to warn you about the perils
of travelling to australia.
after arriving in the country i approached the
baggage x-ray machine without a care in the
world. the customs officer manning it was a large
aussie fella and seemed similarly cheerful.
however, as my hand-luggage went through the
machine, sirens started to go off and there was
much mutual soiling of underwear as there
appeared to be a problem. the big guy, his face
stricken with panic, quickly called for back-up
while eyeing me suspiciously. after removing my
bag from the machine, with great care he opened
it. at which point it was obvious that his worst
fears had been realised. he reached inside my bag,
and took out ... JUGGLING BALLS! these are clearly
a leathal weapon in australia, and a major
terrorist threat. which is unfortunate, because he
happened to find nine of them. (thankfully he
didn't decide to do a full body cavity search to
see if i had anymore concealed about my person).
the customs officer lined up the offending articles
of circus-related paraphernalia and we exchanged
serious looks.
"it's okay sir," he said, "i'm just going to have to
cut one open."
"WHAT!?" i screamed indignantly, but there was little
i could do as he viciously slashed at and lacerated
one of my prized possesions in a manner reminiscent
of a blood-crazed serial killer (perhaps 'customs
officer' was merely his day job?). unfortunately he
discovered that it was full of a deadly substance,
known in australia as 'seeds'.
"crickey!" he exclaimed, and explained to me that if
i dropped one it could spilt open and destroy the
world. I pointed out that i wasn't that sort of
juggler, but my pleas of infallibility went unheard.
i even tried to persuade him to take me instead -
anything but my precious juggling balls - but to no
avail. he disposed of them without ceremony, and
inside a small part of me died.
still, in retrospect, it's probably a good thing that
i decided against buying those telescopic metal
nunchucks i saw in bangkok.
and so, to conclude, the moral of the story is: don't
take juggling balls (beanbags that is) to australia
because they will most likely be confiscated and
destroyed. in fact, it probably would have been easier
just to say that in the first place rather than give
you a few hundred words of waffle. erm ... sorry.
stay safe,
2bags
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