Originally Posted by
sitigeltfel
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!
My wife and daughter were returning to California from a horse show in New Mexico. The agent at the inspection point was training a new hire, so they needed to inspect every bit of paperwork. There were some apples, and my daughter fed them to the horses. New agent went berserk, but old agent said it was OK.