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snupin100Title: At US Customs
Challenge: declarations
Word Count: 100
"Do you have anything to declare?" Stella wanded the men by rote. One was a beaky sort who kept brushing dandruff off his black turtleneck. The other, shorter and quieter, seemed in some sort of Zen state.
"Nothing but our genius," snapped Beaky.
"What he means is that no, we don't," said Quiet. His voice was husky and tight, as if he'd had throat surgery.
"What about these?" One of the screeners held up two wooden sticks.
Beaky opened his mouth. Quiet cut him off. "Knitting needles for my mother."
Stella shrugged. Wood wasn't on the list. "Let 'em through!"
Challenge: declarations
Word Count: 100
"Do you have anything to declare?" Stella wanded the men by rote. One was a beaky sort who kept brushing dandruff off his black turtleneck. The other, shorter and quieter, seemed in some sort of Zen state.
"Nothing but our genius," snapped Beaky.
"What he means is that no, we don't," said Quiet. His voice was husky and tight, as if he'd had throat surgery.
"What about these?" One of the screeners held up two wooden sticks.
Beaky opened his mouth. Quiet cut him off. "Knitting needles for my mother."
Stella shrugged. Wood wasn't on the list. "Let 'em through!"
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Date: 2007-03-30 12:52 pm (UTC)Ha! Clearly the customs officials know nothing about what real knitting needles look like. *g*
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Date: 2007-03-30 03:36 pm (UTC)Sheesh. That TSA person's not a knitter!
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Date: 2007-04-01 08:54 pm (UTC)A couple of years ago, I actually spent a couple minutes considering what I would do in this particular situation (yes, with a magic wand -- I was bored, ok? ;) ). I think I decided to say it was a nøstepinde...and now I can't believe I really did think this through.