Kaiser
August 27th, 2006, 08:02
Imagine this...
Your coming home from fun but tiring vacation. Your sunburnt skin is just aching for some cooler Canadian sunlight and your tired of turning down Mexicans trying to sell you bloody Mayan calenders. All you can think of is home sweet home when BAM! A duty-free airport liqour store appears our of nowhere as soon as you get through security.
"12 dollars for 2-26 Oz's!" you scream. You rush over to grab them when you spot the largest bottle of premium white rum you've ever seen. Of course no self respective man such as yourself can turn that down when it is only eight dollars. As the minutes pass you grab more and more booze until you can fit any more on your light-green carry on case.
Pleased with your hunt, you enjoy a relaxing 6-hour flight with the knowledge there is enough booze over your head to last you until Thanksgiving. You fall asleep to the gentle sound of Motley Crue coming from your ipod.
You awaken almost with perfect syncronization with the plane arriving over Canadian airspace and with in a half-hour your own city. You got through security easy enough until you arrive to customs.
"Do you have any un-taxed tabacco products with you?"
You reply with a confident 'no' and snicker to yourself about the 5 cubans you have hidden among your socks and boxers in your suitcase.
"Okay, I do see you have bought alcohol within the duty-free zone at Cancun's airport, so its going to have to be taxed and the missing duties taxes will be accounted for."
You mutter to yourself as you pay the fat lady at the desk over 100 dollars.
Your coming home from fun but tiring vacation. Your sunburnt skin is just aching for some cooler Canadian sunlight and your tired of turning down Mexicans trying to sell you bloody Mayan calenders. All you can think of is home sweet home when BAM! A duty-free airport liqour store appears our of nowhere as soon as you get through security.
"12 dollars for 2-26 Oz's!" you scream. You rush over to grab them when you spot the largest bottle of premium white rum you've ever seen. Of course no self respective man such as yourself can turn that down when it is only eight dollars. As the minutes pass you grab more and more booze until you can fit any more on your light-green carry on case.
Pleased with your hunt, you enjoy a relaxing 6-hour flight with the knowledge there is enough booze over your head to last you until Thanksgiving. You fall asleep to the gentle sound of Motley Crue coming from your ipod.
You awaken almost with perfect syncronization with the plane arriving over Canadian airspace and with in a half-hour your own city. You got through security easy enough until you arrive to customs.
"Do you have any un-taxed tabacco products with you?"
You reply with a confident 'no' and snicker to yourself about the 5 cubans you have hidden among your socks and boxers in your suitcase.
"Okay, I do see you have bought alcohol within the duty-free zone at Cancun's airport, so its going to have to be taxed and the missing duties taxes will be accounted for."
You mutter to yourself as you pay the fat lady at the desk over 100 dollars.