mondone
Whitecaps
Hit the border this morning early as I usually do at about 6:25AM to avoid SARGAPA since they are never there that early in my experiences. Got the red light and surprise, surprise, Miss Lady SARGAPA is there and orders me to "open the back" of my Armada. Oh boy I think to myself, here we go with the third degree about my perro. Are we having to prove vaccinations again, perhaps another photo?? Geez, they already have numerous .JPG files of her, do they really need to hold me up for another photo opportunity I say to myself??? So as I warn Lady SARGAPA of the perro loco that is back there, up goes the back door. She takes a quick look around and within 3 seconds zeros in on my contraband. BUSTED! She got me red handed, no doubt about it. 2 bags full. Holy sh*t, I'm going to Mexican jail.....
My offense? 2 bags of potting soil. Just needed to "re-pot a plant at mi casa" I say. "NO SOIL! NO SOIL ALLOWED INTO MEXICO!" she states in firm voice. "Take it back or we destroy it here". Well I ain't turning around for $9 worth of potting soil, so I say OK where do you want it? "ON THE TABLE!" OK, if you say so. Pulled the 1st bag out from some folding chairs stacked on top and throw it on the table. Pull the 2nd bag out and it rips open spilling dirt all over the back of my truck and on down to the pavement. I mutter a few choice words to myself and then I hear Miss Lady SARGAPA behind me talking to someone. I turn around and the lone soldier with the automatic weapon stationed there is breathing down my neck. Well, they wanted what I had so here goes that 2nd bag hoisted on the table spewing the remaining contents all over. Miss Lady SARGAPA not happy at all. Asked for my ID and took 10 long minutes writing up a receipt for the contraband. Hands it to me and says "NEXT TIME, NO SOIL, NO PLANTA!" Si comprende I nod, and we're back on our way.
My offense? 2 bags of potting soil. Just needed to "re-pot a plant at mi casa" I say. "NO SOIL! NO SOIL ALLOWED INTO MEXICO!" she states in firm voice. "Take it back or we destroy it here". Well I ain't turning around for $9 worth of potting soil, so I say OK where do you want it? "ON THE TABLE!" OK, if you say so. Pulled the 1st bag out from some folding chairs stacked on top and throw it on the table. Pull the 2nd bag out and it rips open spilling dirt all over the back of my truck and on down to the pavement. I mutter a few choice words to myself and then I hear Miss Lady SARGAPA behind me talking to someone. I turn around and the lone soldier with the automatic weapon stationed there is breathing down my neck. Well, they wanted what I had so here goes that 2nd bag hoisted on the table spewing the remaining contents all over. Miss Lady SARGAPA not happy at all. Asked for my ID and took 10 long minutes writing up a receipt for the contraband. Hands it to me and says "NEXT TIME, NO SOIL, NO PLANTA!" Si comprende I nod, and we're back on our way.
