encounters with the third kind

I had a quite strange close encounter with the third kind at the Prague Airport yesterday. Some meters ahead in the queue there was a platine-blonde, late-mid-aged, red-dressed russian lady trying to persuade the customs officer, that it would be allright to take the handgun on board that she was carrying with her. She was really, really upset, arguing all the time until she was on board, and probably still railing against these stupid regulations the customs officer wanted to implement, and indeed, finally did implement. Im looking for some more of theses encounters!!!!!

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