Inspection

We were headed into northern California and ya gotta go through an agricultural inspection station to get into the state. We had eaten the last of the fruit we had with us that morning for breakfast, I still had the peelings in the trash, I told Gary I oughta hand him the bag of peelings, he was very avid I was to not do anything of the sort! I thought it woulda been funny, but we really didn't have time to have our truck and trailer searched and I didn't really wanna go through that so I kept my mouth shut!