The container arrived.
40 feet.
Fabric. Rolls.
Documents are like a book: everything is written, everything is correct. Contract, invoice, certificate, payment, oath of honesty – everything is there.
But at customs there are people with intuition. They have a sense of smell. Professional.
And here he stands, the inspector, and says with a smile:
— Let’s take a look.
You understand: not to look is a sin. But to look is holy.
You open the container.
The first roll is gray polyester.
The second is green.
The third is with flowers.
The inspector skillfully irons the fabric.
— Is it polyester for sure?
— Yes.
— And to the touch — if not polyester. Or very good polyester. Or the wrong polyester. Or silk! And silk is another story…
— And why is it “100% polyester” on the invoice, but nothing on the roll?
— Because they put it that way.
— And what if it’s not polyester, but radioactive taffeta?
What does this look like in practice?
You open the container.
The first roll is gray polyester.
The second is green.
The third is with flowers.
The inspector skillfully irons the fabric.
— Is it polyester for sure?
— Yes.
— And to the touch — if not polyester. Or very good polyester. Or the wrong polyester. Or silk! And silk is another story…
— And why is it “100% polyester” on the invoice, but nothing on the roll?
— Because they put it that way.
— And what if it’s not polyester, but radioactive taffeta?
Result
Customs inspection is a theater.
You are the main character. The fabric is like a scenery.
And customs is a director, producer and spectator in one person.
Curtain)))
Next will be…