
Hound Dog
Oct 7, 2009, 4:54 PM
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About 1995, my wife´s sister and her husband from Paris and we were driving through an apricot orchard in Capitol Reef National Park in Utah from our home in San Francisco when we came upon an apricot orchard in the park in which they were selling beautifully ripe apricots on an honor system with no one in charge at that point which featured a table with a coin box and scale and a written admonition that, while one could take all the then ripe apricots one desired, one should weigh the apricots taken and pay whatever the posted price was by placing one´s money in that box which had a slot on the top. My French brother in law cracked up to the point of tears. He told us he would never understand the United States. His comment: "In France, if you sold orchard fruit by an honor system with no one standing by in charge, displaying a table, scale and sign admonisioning you to pay for any apricots you took, passersby would not only take whatever apricots they desired to take but they would steal the table and the scale and all the money left by others who came along before them." My brother in law and my wife´s sister are deeply honorable people but in France or Spain one simply does not do this. I don´t think we are in Kansas anymore. Wait; the story is not over: I was driving on this Utah touring trip from San Francisco and I and my wife and her sister and brother-in-law, all of whom except Dawg are Parisians by upbringing, approached the California border from Nevada from Truckee near the conclusion of our roadtrip and, as is typical of California at all state border crossings, there was an agricultural inspection station as makes sense since it is such an important agricultural state which had just had a terrible fruit fly plague - a fact unknown to my French relatives. We were pulled over by the agricultural border inspection official and the following dialogue ensued: INSPECTOR: Do you have any fruit aboard? FRENCH PASSENGERS IN UNISON: nooooo!!! MORONIC ALABAMA REDNECK NATIVE DRIVER: Why, yes officer, we have some apricots. OFFICER: Where were the fruits grown? REDNECK MORON: Utah. OFFICER: Well that´s too bad. Had the apricots been grown in Nevada (adjacent to Utah) there would have been no problem but since you have, by your own admission, brought these apricots from Utah, we must confiscate them. FRENCH PASSENGERS: (Anticipating French apricot tart they had planned to cook up upon our return to San Francisco and now gone with the wind): Idiot! Why did Brigitte marry this moron in the first place? REDNECK DRIVER: Well thank you officer for doing your duty. Further dialogue inconsequential as silence reigns all the way from Truckee to San Francisco, a much longer distance than you might imagine under normal circumstances. THE END Now, while it may appear that this story has nothing to do with Mexico, that is incorrect and the reason I am telling that story on this thread is because it is critical for readers to know the attitudes of certain latin cultures toward the law. Once you get that you will understand topes in Mexico.
(This post was edited by Hound Dog on Oct 7, 2009, 9:06 PM)
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