Customs officer glances at the scale and waves me to open my suitcase.
"Anything to declare, miss?"
"I loved it in Thailand. I feel all new," I tell him as he goes through the pile of dresses still bearing pricetags.
He doesn't reply. Another quick glance, at my boobs this time, and I am free.
On my way out I pause in front of bathroom doors.
I loved it in Thailand, even all I saw was the squeaky clean clinic and a shopping mall. The officer called me "miss".
I smile and push the door with "ladies" sign on it.
"Anything to declare, miss?"
"I loved it in Thailand. I feel all new," I tell him as he goes through the pile of dresses still bearing pricetags.
He doesn't reply. Another quick glance, at my boobs this time, and I am free.
On my way out I pause in front of bathroom doors.
I loved it in Thailand, even all I saw was the squeaky clean clinic and a shopping mall. The officer called me "miss".
I smile and push the door with "ladies" sign on it.
