- Just a heads up, Sarasota Airport has one of those body scan machines. Even if they tell you to empty your pockets and you think you did, double check to make sure there isn't the tiniest wad of tissue way down in your pocket. You may be subjected to the pat down around the time another agent is pulling your luggage aside because an odd bomb-shaped jar of marmalade is making everyone suspicious. All the while your spouse is sitting smugly off to one side, pretending not to know you.
"No!" Mike startled me with the conviction of his reply.
The customs officer kind of raised an eyebrow, but waved us on through.
Can you even believe it? Now, a jar of orange marmalade, bought as a thank-you gift for the neighbor who fed your cat while you were gone for a few days, puts officials on alert.
Incidentally, on the return trip from the Bahamas, motorcycle parts had been replaced with massive quantities of conch shells. At U.S. customs the two women in front of us were asked if they had anything to declare in their luggage. They responded, "just sand and sea shells."
"Huh...sand and sea shells? Step over there and we'll have a look."
My turn came, "Anything to declare in here?"
Having learned the value of bold-faced lying, I quickly replied, "No, sir."