Mother in law: Let’s bring the raspberries back home. Me: Sadly, that’s not allowed across the border. Later, Border Patrol: Got anything to declare? Me: No. Patrol: Can you open the back of your car? Me: Sure. Patrol: Got anything else like these raspberries? (Gramma got us a secondary inspection.)
I once spaced out in upstate NY; gone into Canada for a car service appt & done grocery shopping after. Crossed back into US with, nope, nothing on me because I literally did not think about the fruit I had in the tote on the floor of the back seat. Until I unpacked it. Oops!
Yeah, but wasn’t an “oops” in this case. She has a habit of insisting on her way. So I know where her daughter gets it!