Building 18's Most Wanted
I just got in to the office and unpacked my laptop bag to find a little Spanish banana (!) in the side pocket; I took it from the conference center in Barcelona on Thursday and forgot about it.
When I went through U.S. customs yesterday, I reported in the most blase fashion that I was not carrying any produce, which, as it turns out, was a lie, and I think that might be a felony.
In any case, here I sit, back at work; an accidental felon, an inadvertent scofflaw, with one small, browning banana.