Originally Posted by Jafa39

gulped, I started to sweat profusely and eventually managed to stammer..

“A…a….s-s-s-snow globe”

I stared at the floor in shame….

She took it out; it was pink and had Ernest Hemingways House and two 6-toed cats inside…



“How the feck am I going to explain this?” I thought to myself, feeling a well of pity and embarrassment begin to swallow me up…I wondered if I could cut my wrists with my boarding pass…..

The lady took the snow globe (which I had bought for my mate Martin, he claims he has never had a present from overseas in all his 53 years and I promised to bring him something utterly tacky) and paraded it, along with all the other “stuff” in my bag, to the X-ray machine, held everybody up and proceeded to, very publicly, X-ray each item on its own, scrutinising them carefully.


….it was soooo nice to be home, although being on an Air NZ Heavy also feels like home, it’s nice to back in one’s ‘hood….now all I had to do was explain the snow globe to NZ customs and remember where I had parked the car…….