Scene: The green channel at an airport; a few people are walking through. A customs officer is standing to one side of the exit gate. A woman passes through carrying a briefcase; she is abot 28 years old, very smartly dressed in a dark business suit and obviously some sort of executive. The customs officer approaches her.
Customs Officer: EXCUSE ME, MADAM, YOU DO REALISE YOU HAVE JUST PASSED THROUGH THE GREEN CHANNEL?
Woman: (Stopping and looking up; she is a little annoyed) YES.
Customs Officer: AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DECLARE?
Woman: NO.
Customs Officer: I WONDER IF YOU’D MIND STEPPING THIS WAY PLEASE. (He gestures to a table).
Woman: (Displeased) OH, VERY WELL.
(They walk over to a table and he holds out his hand for her case, which she passes to him).
Customs Officer: IS THIS YOUR BRIEFCASE, MADAM?
Woman: YES.
Customs Officer: (Putting it on the table and walking round the other side). DID YOU PACK IT YOURSELF?
Woman: YES.
Customs Officer: (He opens it and looks through it briefly) THIS WON’T TAKE A MINUTE, MADAM.
Woman: OF COURSE.
Customs Officer: (Closing the case) MAY I SEE YOUR PASSPORT, MADAM?
Woman: YES. (She takes her passport out of her jacket pocket, and hands it to him).
Customs Officer: (Opening it) MRS CLEAL. (Pauses) MAY I ASK YOUR DATE OF BIRTH, MRS CLEAL?
Woman: THE 9th OF OCTOBER, NINETEEN-SIXTY.
Customs Officer: AND WHERE ARE YOU TRAVELLING FROM?
Woman: NEW YORK.
Customs Officer: (Closing the passport and handing it back). BUSINESS TRIP?
Woman: YES, I’M A DESIGN CONSULTANT.
Customs Officer: (Looking at his watch) ARE YOU IN A HURRY, MRS CLEAL?
Woman: A LITTLE. I HAVE A TRAIN TO CATCH AT FOUR THIRTY.
Customs Officer: AND WHAT TIME IS IT NOW? MY WATCH SEEMS TO HAVE STOPPED.
Woman: (Looking at her watch) A QUARTER TO.
Customs Officer: THAT’S A NICE WATCH, MAY I SEE IT?
Woman: (Holding out her wrist) IT’S A QUARTZTIME (smiling).
Customs Officer: (Curious) EXPENSIVE AREN’T THEY, ’BOUT A THOUSAND POUNDS?
Woman: EIGHTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS.
Customs Officer: BOUGHT IT IN NEW YORK, DID YOU?
Woman: YES, I’VE HAD IT A WHILE.
Customs Officer: YOU HAVE A RECEIPT, OF COURSE?
Woman: (Looking slightly concerned) NO (pause) WELL, NOT ON ME.
Customs Officer: (Suspiciously) SO YOU CAN’T PROVE YOU’VE PAID THE DUTY ON IT?
Woman: I HAVE.
Customs Officer: BUT CAN YOU PROVE IT?
Woman: WELL, NOT HERE AND NOW.
Customs Officer: (Becoming very officious) THEN I’M AFRAID I’LL HAVE TO ASK YOU TO PAY THE DUTY ON IT.
Woman: BUT I HAVE, OVER A YEAR AGO.
Customs Officer: I’M AFRAID THAT’S THE LAW, MADAM. IF YOU CAN’T PROVE YOU’VE PAID...
Woman: (Interrupting) BUT THIS IS ABSURD.
Customs Officer: I’LL GET YOU A FORM FROM THE OFFICE; IT’LL ONLY TAKE ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES.
Woman: TWENTY MINUTES!? (With disbelief) BUT I’LL MISS MY TRAIN! (Her voice is rising and becoming a little panicky).
Customs Officer: (Smiling) I’M AFRAID THAT CAN’T BE HELPED, MADAM.
Woman: BUT THIS IS ABSURD; I PAID THE DUTY ON THIS WATCH LAST YEAR.
Customs Officer: THAT’S WHAT YOU SAY, MADAM.
Woman: (Becoming flustered) WHAT I SAY? ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?
Customs Officer: IF YOU WANT TO PAY THE DUTY ON THE WATCH I’LL FETCH YOU A FORM; THAT’LL TAKE ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES. IF NOT I’LL HAVE TO CONFISCATE IT AS SUSPECTED CONTRABAND.
Woman: (Removing the watch from her wrist) HERE, KEEP THE BLOODY WATCH IF IT’S SO IMPORTANT TO YOU (flinging it down on the table).
Customs Officer: VERY WELL, MADAM. IF YOU’D JUST LIKE TO WAIT HERE FOR HALF AN HOUR WHILE I GET YOU A RECEIPT.
Woman: HALF AN HOUR! (She is left open-mouthed and speechless. Then she picks up her briefcase, grunts and storms off. The customs man watches her pass through the exit doors, then gives a self-satisfied smirk).
(Scene: A corridor. At the end is a door marked MESS ROOM. The customs officer walks down the corridor, opens the mess room door, and walks in. Sitting at a table drinking coffee are two other customs men. One of them looks up as he enters).
Second Customs Officer: (To first) HELLO JIM. PICK UP ANYTHING DECENT THIS AFTERNOON?
First Customs Officer: YEAH, GOT A NICE LADY’S QUARTZTIME WATCH OFF SOME YUPPY BIRD. STROPPY LITTLE TART SHE WAS, TOO.
Third Customs Officer: LUCKY FOR SOME, ALL I GOT WAS A COUPLE OF BOTTLES OF RUM AND A FEW LOUSY JOINTS.
Second Customs Officer: DON’T SUPPOSE YOU WANNA SWAP THAT WATCH FOR A PAIR OF DIAMOND CUFF LINKS?
First Customs Officer: NAH, I PROMISED THE WIFE I’D GET HER ONE FOR HER BIRTHDAY.
(End).
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