I'm going to jail, who's coming with me?

While I was visiting one of my children's schools the other day, I ran into a friend of mine from Denmark. She was talking with another mother that I didn't know and said to me "Thank you so much for the stuff you brought me! Our towels smell so good now."

Then she turns to this other woman and says, "Kylie is my super cool friend who illegally smuggles in American goods for me so that I can have great smelling towels and pancakes for breakfast."

Then the other woman says, "Hi. I'm Frida (not her real name) and I'm with the embassy too."

And then I'm totally like "Good. That's good. Did you get the spelling of my last name? Let me spell it out for you. You want to make sure you get that right when you turn me in. It just makes it easier on the investigators."

Yeah, I'm totally going to jail.