We are greeted at Cancun and our immigration declaration card is taken from us. We stand in front of a button. Green; we're on our way. Red; bags scanned and searched, interrogation, pat down and even, 'please cough now sir.'
With music resembling" Who Want to be a Millionaire" and a spot light illuminating the button we clasp our hands together and push.
Red! Off we're whisked. First our bags are zapped, then carried over to a sterile stainless steel bench, all contents scatterd. Opps! Beef Jerky in a vacuumed sealed pack is found. Stern looks, animated discussions, re-checking of our entry card. Questions barked, beef jerk confiscated and eaten by the officers at lunch. A finger is pointed to the exit and we are safely on our way.
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