Young, Nice-looking Customs Agent: What are you bringing back?Thanks for the brief pleasant interlude in an otherwise long day, Mr. US Customs Agent!
Me: Decorative items, t-shirts, crap like that.
Agent: Any food items?
Agent: You didn't bring back any coffee?
Me, a little startled by the direct question: ...nope?
Agent, smiling: You went to Costa Rica and didn't bring back any coffee?
Me, catching on to the game: Well, I did drink a lot while I was there** and besides, I'm going back to Seattle. Why would I need to bring back coffee?
Agent: Yeah, but it's Costa Rica!
He handed me my passport, I smiled back, shrugged, and went on my merry way.
* Kind of a fib. I had brought back a small bottle of Salsa Lizano for Ex. I forgot about it until I said nope, then decided it was too late to backpedal. Oh well.
** Also kind of a fib. What can I say? We generally didn't go out for breakfast, and finding decaf in Costa Rica ain't exactly easy. But I did have a couple cafe con leche. They were quite tasty.