The border guard (aka agricultural inspector) eyed me warily. For my part I was feeling pretty feisty after having driven all day long. Or maybe it was her perfectly fitting khaki blouse... "Any fruits or vegetables?", she asked. Uhm, actually yes. Her eyes lit up. "Let's see what you've got...". I foraged around the luggage and trash accumulated beside me for a minute or two and produced a half-eaten Burger King double sandwich and presented the remnants of the tomato and lettuce for her inspection. She let out a long exhasperated sigh. "OK, anything else?" Yes, I replied sheepishly. I got out and opened up the hatch and foraged some more. A pound of coffee beans. "Technically, coffee is a nut", she insisted. Likely she was muttering to herself "...and so are you..." I replied that I was quite certain that coffee beans are either a fruit or vegetable - after all it's a coffee bean. Now she was starting to play along. "Are they roasted? That makes a difference." I didn't know. We'll just have to open it up and look. Yes, it looks as if they are roasted. What does that mean? By now she was all smiles and the traffic was piling up in my lane for a good quarter mile. "Get out of here!" as she waved me through. I got an eyeful of her gorgeous body and made her laugh. Mission accomplished. Well almost... But aren't you going to inspect my rasberry filled Krispy Kremes? "Have a safe trip...Now GO!", as she laughed again.