The inspecting officer got a box cutter and smiled as he sliced through the tape that secured my cardboard Sunshine Liquors carrier. He carefully removed the bottles and placed them side by side on the table.
“Do you have more?”
“Yes…..”
“Could you take them out please?”
“Sure…”
I pulled the first plastic bag from the carry-on and unraveled the brown paper from around the two bottles and sat them on the table.
The agent is checking what looks like a duty sheet against the brands I purchased. I go back to the carry-on and do the same with plastic bag number 2.
The officer’s eyes open wide. I’m nervous now and wonder if I could pay the duty with Jamaican currency because I’m sure I don’t have enough US cash on me.
I turn to retrieve the third and final bag when he stops me.
“You have more???!!!”
“Yes.” I answer shamefully.
“Look…” he laughs “don’t take them out. I’ll just assess these.” He leaves and goes to the payment window.
“Can I pack these up?”
“No…not yet.”
I scan the bottles and decide which ones I’m about to say good-bye to. Myers?? Port Royal White??? Rum Bar?? Oh man what was I thinking??
Two minutes he returns with what looks like a voucher.