My first job was at a transload firm in Oakland.
We had a shipment once from a client who owned a restaurant with some franchises in California and some in the Philippines and wanted to ship a container load of beef back to Manila.
The one weird thing is that she wanted to come in and supervise the load personally. So we told her sure, come on in and watch the load.
Halfway through the day the foreman called me on the phone and asked me if I wanted them to lay the ribeye steaks out for the USDA inspector. I said no, we didn't have an inspection planned today, why? He said because none of the ribeye boxes had inspection stamps.
This puzzled me, to say the least, so I called the client on her cell (she was out on the dock) and asked her why the ribeye steaks didn't have inspection stamps. She said, as near as I can remember, "oh yeah, that's why I want to make sure they're packed in the back of the container."
I asked her to come into the office and talk about it. Miraculously by the time she arrived in the office the story had COMPLETELY changed and she actually was shocked to hear that the steaks weren't inspected and technically weren't legal to export! Unfortunately the shipment had already been scheduled and everything so was there anything we could do?
This was definitely above my pay grade so I sent her in to talk to my manager, who sat down with her for about an hour and then called me in, looked at me sternly, and said "so, technically it's legal for us to pack and ship a box with meat that hasn't been inspected, it's just not legal for it to be received in the other country." Also she had them sign an indemnification just in case.
So that's how I became a smuggler. Also she brought along an attractive young Filipino niece who flirted with me a bunch while I was trying to negotiate this problem. This really happened. To this day I'll never know whether I was just super hot or what.
Later I went to the restaurant and she gave me free steaks. They were delicious.