Driving from AZ to CA, The Border Patrol is set up stopping cars for miles. As I pass…they stop me in my fashionable minivan.
As I roll down my window he says, “Plastic Dishes?”
I said, “What?”
He stands up, annoyed and repeats, “Plastic dishes?”
I’m so confused as uncontrollable giggles start, and I compose myself and try to repeat back to him, “Plastic dishes? What do you mean?”
He looks down at me as if I were an ant and he should squish me shouting, "PLANTS or CITRUS!”
I hesitated on making a comment as to why his mom didn't teach him to speak clearly, but didn't want to be sitting in immigration for hours and said, “ah…..no…”
Not sure if I made his day or not, but he sure made mine interesting.