It was a quiet day and Jim was reading stuff on his laptop.
“Geez,” said Jim, “These here guys were caught with $457,000 in cash as they were comin’ across the border from Calexico into Mexicali.
“What happened to them,” I asked.
“A guy was drivin’ a Nissan Maxima with a young lady and they was stopped by the police – our guys the U.S. Border Patrol. The money was hid in the trunk—46 packages of cash. Wow!”
“Wonder what they’re gonna do with those folks?” I asked.
“Jail’em. And get this—they’s both American citizens from Los Angeles.”
“Wonder who that money was going to,” I said.
“Ain’t even gonna guess on that one. Ya know there’s a sign at the border that you can’t bring in no more than ten grand in cash. Some kind’a American currency control for them there IRS guys.”
Jim squinted at his laptop screen. “And here’s another one, MaryAnn. Some guy got stopped at the Salton Sea Border Patrol checkpoint hauling fifty pounds of meth hidden in his car—pretty decent vehicle, a 2013 Dodge Avenger. Geez, the stuff was worth around $505,000.”
“Lunch’s ready, Jim.”
“The guy with the meth was a Mexican citizen but, says here, he was a lawful permanent resident of the U.S.—his green card must’a been OK. Howse about that!”
“Lunch!” I shouted.
Jim walked over to the table, said down and said, “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Bet the guy bringing the $450,000 gets a better lunch.”
“And the meth guy, too. Look they got McCain on the TV,” I said to distract him.
Jim smiled, “Yeah, bottom of his class at the Naval Academy and graduated because his dad was an Admiral. McCain’s the guy that voted against given’ body armor to our soldiers in the recruiting offices—and now five of our recruiting guys got killed. Thanks… McCain—bet’cha your havin’ a better lunch, too.”
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