<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Forms on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/forms/</link><description>Recent content in Forms on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/forms/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Border Crossing</title><link>/stories/2017/08/03/border-crossing/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/03/border-crossing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The 18-wheeler pulled up to the customs booth, and the customs agent stepped out and called up to the driver.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What’s your load?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ponygirls,” growled the burly, bearded driver with the Bettie Page tattoo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Pull into the inspection station, please.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The driver nodded and maneuvered his truck over to the designated area. He shut off the engine and stepped out. As a seasoned trucker, he knew the routine—he handed the binder full of forms to the agent and dug out the keys to open the back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>