First-ly:::>>> for-ME,
while IN-Jamaica
the word '''.happy.''' is spelt(sp?) with 3-'P' s

in other words::::>> me hapPpy...!!..


you-all WON'T believe how my days has gone thus-far,
and i haven't even reached my Lucea-country yard YET..!!..

that oh-so-wise boardie-Seveen recently posted something-something
about how when she walks out that arrival door at the airport::::>>>> she *considers* the wait for ride, the trip to her destination, and anything that happens/transpires as NOT an issue, but simply just another '''...Ja-tour...'''

SO,
when my plane touch-ed down at 11:30AM,
me-SAY:::>> '''...I'm gonna deal with things as i [[.think.]] Seveen *might* handle-things.

i didn't WAIT 'til i left the arrival area
...my ''..Ja-tour..'' began once i walked out the plane door

me had BIG-fun..!!!.
greeted ALL the Ja-airport workers, with howdy-do's, smiles, blah blah blah blah, had plenty of jokes, got much-laughs.

I started with the Ja-immigration guy,
who asked me all those pry-ing sneaky questions

of course,
i always did my no-Sir, yes-Sir, thing-y .... gotta give 'em their props,,,, let 'em feel they in charge, and run things.

did the customs-guy same-way, when he looked at me, with the funny-look, as if to say, '''..what's up this this ragamuffin looking old-man, with the Madden's Funeral Home cap, and the tattered Hi-Pro tee-shirt ---- looking like something the cat drug in.

customs guy say, with a likkle patois thing-y:::>> '''.whats in the bag..''
me-SAY::>> '''..clothing, Boss..''

oh
oh
oh... i forgot to mention the VERY-cute, but-young, duty-free lady.

i'd seen an earlier post,
about duty-free ON-arrival ---- but never seen it myself

Well,
i SAW it today.

dem had a carton of CravenA for US$50...!!!..
...THAT is a GREAT price, and the hustle-ing wheels in my likkle pea-brain got to turning.
........ i got a carton..... MORE about this, and my **plan** later

interesting-ly,
the packs didn't have those ugly-pictures on 'em.
....i asked the duty-free lady if these were OLD cigarettes, blah blah.

i was gonna get some chocolates for a few Ja-folks, but was worried about it melting in the hot sun .... duty-free lady tried to reassure me, but i wasn't buy her argument.

she was kinda reserved in her sales approach,
so,
to help her out
I, in a LOUD voice began to shout::::>>> '''...Duty-Free ... get your duty-free cigarettes...'''

sheepishly she laughed
as she got away from me, the crazy foreigner..

.... continue-ing in a few minutes..