I said what you're thinking: mailing marijuana to the US during a trade war is a terrible idea.

"Murphy's thought of that," Joe says. "He's putting a Tesla dealership as the shipper and return address."

Murphy's a Newfie who worked in the Oil Patch before moving to the Sunshine Coast. He's not allowed to go to the States on account of "hijinks".

Murphy's version was to put cardboard and a little bud in envelopes and declare as "solid-state memory".

He figured out that $1.80 in postage plus $0.20 for an envelope plus $0.50 meant that for just $2.50 he could make a US Customs officer do the paperwork to collect $0.01 in duty.

Now, I'm laughing and Joe says "it was Murphy's idea."

Joe has a collection of Tim Hortons hockey cards. He like black coffee, honey crullers, and the Leafs, but that's neither here nor there.

The point is, he was preparing to mail hockey cards to friends in The States with a full US Customs declaration.

"Givener?" I ask.
"Fuken-rights givener," he replies.
"Why?" I inquire.
"Tariffs", Joe replies.
I smell hijinks, so I've gotta ask: "Joe... what are you doin?"

He sighs.