Having done a fair bit of travelling in my time: USA, the old Eastern Block, Europe, Middle East, etc. my colleagues always took the view that the moment anyone got into a uniform at an airport they had also volunteered for the sense of humour by pass. As they also have the power to hold you up, bang you in the slammer, or otherwise make life unpleasant, so no point in antagonizing them, they can have the last laugh.   

One of the companies I worked for had a pretty formidable Wardrobe Mistress who took no crap from anybody. She always dressed smartly to travel, always had the documentation ready, never smiled at officials, answered the questions politely and sailed through everywhere.   Took me two years to notice her customs carnet always included "15 litres wig cleaner". Odd since we never had any wigs on the show during my time there. She just smiled sweetly when I mentioned it. I dread to think what was in the Maintenance Kits.      


SM