It had been a long day for Trent Derbish, officer with the Canadian Border Service Agency. Lots of traffic, tons of odd declarations, and then this old bugger with an English accent.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I didn’t quite catch that. Could you repeat it?”
“Right,” the old man said, “all I’ve got to declare is a brain. I’ve got it in the boot, if you need to see it.”
“A brain in your boot?”
“Yes, officer, a brain. In the boot.” Continue Reading →