My Customs experience
I went to canada with my parents to do some skiing at Whistler/Blackcomb when I was about 15-16. It was just after the 9/11 shit so after the usual customs checks and random searches, they had added an extra screening feature in the departing lounge. Customs had set up tables with about 20 more officers to go individualy through everyones hand luggage, they even opened up our tin of chap ointment and made us prove thats what it was 8) ... I was pretty innocent then but that would trip me out hard now days.
Anyway, got to whistler and hooked up with a stoner mate who by chance was staying in the same hotel, so of by the time we had unpacked our luggage on the first night we wanted to see if Canadian weed was the "good shit". Luckily there are about a dozen weed dealers in the main village area at whistlers base, it took us a total of 10mins to have 2 dealers offer us 8th's and q's! Twas good hydro weed, and we paid no more than we would here. Needless to say our two week stay was livend up. At one point we even had 30yr old american tourists ask us for week!! The shit was everywhere!
Being a young lad who had no idea about snifferdogs and drug checks I didn't think twice about washing my weed soacked cloths or the backpack we'd used nightly to keep our weed and utensils before I left.
After the mega flights, through checks in Canada, LAX and then to melb I was tired as shit. However, it was late Jan and that same morning I got back from LA I had to pump my 16yr old self up for the massive day out that awaited me. Plane landed at 9:30, I managed to change into my festival gear in the planes toilets and be the first one off the plane. I gave all my bags and shit to mum and kept only what I needed for a full day of festival insanity. I think I made a new record, I was out of the plane, through arrivals, through duty free and through customs in less than 30mins - I was running the entire way, Frenzal Rhomb was on at 11:00 and I wasn't going to miss em!
My day was epic, my brain was pumping, little did I know what had happen on my parents arival!8(
They're trip through customs was a lot slower to say the least. Not only my backpack, but my bag of luggage got sniffed out on arrival (I was wearing the only cloths that I hadn't been smoking in)! The customs officers were asking my parents, "whos bags are these?", and they kept telling them they belonged to their son, who the customs officers had forgotten I had escaped much earlier! They went through everything while my mum continued to say "I don't understand... it must be his dirty socks or something"8) They found nothing and didn't keep my parents up too much longer, probably realising that they were just in denial about their sons weed smoking
The moral of this story is, those dogs are good! Weed is a big no no, I hadn't smoked for the previous day before we left and everything still reeked! All I could think was "poor mum, they thought you were a stoner"