"Think they'll let us take that into Jordan?"
"Why wouldn't they?"
"They have alcohol in Jordan."
We watched silently as the duty free attendant wrapped the bottle in foam netting and slid it deftly into a bag. As she held out the bag by the handle, an imprinted ad for pork sausages was clearly visible on its side. Full color, of course.
"We can always claim diplomatic immunity."
"Yeah, I'll just let you carry that."