A few years ago, while driving back from Las Vegas to LA, we came across what we initially thought were tollbooths at the Nevada/California border. I was trying to figure out why we had missed them going the other way four days earlier when the charming agent (just kidding) in the booth asked if we had any fruit or veg in the car. I said no and he waved us through.
As we pulled away my wife asked me what I had done with the oranges I had bought at the farmers market in Santa Monica before heading to Vegas earlier that week.
Gulp!
