The Mexican Customs kiss-off

It's about 1:30 GDL time. I just took a fitful, 4-hour nap and will take a quick shower before meeting the owner and staff this afternoon.
After I told you about my Customs paperwork search, and just before I boarded the plane for GDL, I checked in my backpack to make sure everything was in one place prior to departure. It wasn't. No Customs paperwork. Again. This time, it was all on the TSA.
At the final strip-search, er, security check at LAX, my backpack was randomly chosen to be rifled through by TSA. As such, I
removed my laptop from it, as is required in the U.S.. The paperwork which sat near the laptop was obviously removed or dropped during their search; meantime, I continued through the line, and reassembled the contents of my various pockets at the end of it. I also put the laptop back, but didn't notice the lack of paperwork in the pouch where it should have been. I should have caught it then, but after a certain amount of airport security procedures, lines, document shuffles, and jet-lag, I think the best of us--which I certainly am NOT--could have also moved along unknowingly.
I'm not particularly superstitious, nor do I think things get jinxed, but-Jeez-that paperwork seemed to have some kind of separation anxiety or something. I didn't know it was missing-again-until I double-checked just prior to take-off. That made for an angst-ridden ride to GDL.
I tried to nap on the plane. When we arrived, I envisioned my hot-box trapped in the land of paperless boxes, with Mexican Customs staring at me, asking, "Que pasa?" I snaked through the arrival line, tired and awaiting Mexican Customs hell.
Just then, two young guys walked up to me, showed me a photocopy of my passport, asked for the box, and we walked it through Mexican Customs together. They had documents! I didn't! It was a match made in bureaucratic nirvana!
After the young, attractive Customs lady took us in a small room to stamp the entry, she kissed one of the young guys on the cheek. I said, "Where's mine"? She smiled at me and said, "It's OK for you to go".
Better than a kiss...